Before The End
In uncomfortable moments of discontent…
Silence prevails, as it is meant.
A Tame tongue and darting eyes…
Keeps truth from parting lips. Rumors hide.
When is sorrow, profound, meant to be?
And countless tears turn into a sea?
When is a mountain of courage needed by all?
Before the end. The crumble and the fall.
© bipolarmuse 2012