A Thousand-Word Truth

In just one thousand words, I wish to convey the depth of my mind.

I speak with a collar around my neck, seemingly shallow restrictions limiting my words. By the end of a daftly told story, I continue to write hollow words on a paper to be discarded at the mark of daylight.

In just one thousand words, I hope to show the enigma of my heart. 

I speak with chains around my neck, rather growing restrictions choking my words. By the end of a mournfully recited tale, I continue to whisper solemn words to someone who disappears at the point of dawn.

In just a thousand words, I want to cry out the exhaustion of my body. 

I speak with thorns around my neck, merely hurtful restrictions killing all my words. By the end of a painfully mumbled phrase, I continue to relinquish unspoken words for a soul that's to die at the heart of the night.