• In this deep but narrow valley of my plain vocabulary
    I am caught and trapped and drowning in the floodwork of my mind.
    And there is no rhyme nor rhythm to keep my words in a system,
    and this weakness is a murder of my sighing pleading mind.
    For no words to keep me guided,
    and no means to keep me bound
    to my soul's poetic ground,
    is to keep my vision blinded.
    And to keep my thoughts imprisoned is to keep my pen confined;
    Therefore, no growth in my mind.
    With my freedom compromised, there breathes no heart in my mind.