Confessional Poem

So, I took a poetry class this past semester with Dr. Bryan Johnson (he is a renown poet, so you should look him up). I got some good stuff out of it, so I will be posting some of them up every once an a while. This one got the best reviews from my class. Tell me what you think.

A Writer’s Prison
By: Kayla Burke

Lost in an immutable absence
and nearly forgotten: with
no panegyric, no flights of angels to sing
they were gone. They were taken from him.

And the world fell into
vapidity, flat, insipid, uninspired
emptiness of a void
with nothing effusive: everything restrained.

They said it would lead to amicable peace
with everything in perfect precise permutation
nothing out of place
nothing accepting him—

They banished them
hid them away
and he was like an egret
without plumes: unable to thrive.

They eventually realized their mistakes
the lifeless void they had created was proof enough;
They asked him to speak
to speak the world alive again
and he spoke:

“There are no words.”