Stifled

You smacked a moratorium
Across my mouth,
An invisible hand that said:
"cordoned off, keep out"

Ideas were muffled,
Freedom of speech, A no-go
Whatever was said
Represented a no-show

You built a wall
So high I couldn't see
Not past or around,
Merely, inside of me.

You scratched away
The surface of my smile
Said "hide it", don't confide it
You look like a clown".

Such is the subtle nature
Of the ruse
No bruises, no scars
Just fear-filled abuse.

NS. 10/15/13

About This Poem

Last Few Words: I have tried to used words that reverberate a sense of violence eg smacked, even though this is more about psychological abuse. This is very well captured in the photo of Saatchi & Saatchi, with his hand around Nigella Lawson's throat.

Review Request Direction: What did you think of my title?
How was my language use?
How does this theme appeal to you?
How was the beginning/ending of the poem?
Is the internal logic consistent?

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft