You tell me to talk when in turmoil
but my tongue is tethered to my teeth
for when your actions have made me recoil
it's up to you to find what lies beneath.
Anger sweeps in as curling roaring waves
but I manage to keep my storm at bay
considering the lives that silence saves
I try to shoo all my grey clouds away.
This 'ship will never endure the dark night
if the captain keeps looking back to the shore
without keeping the miles ahead in sight,
his map is filled with how he longs for more.
But then, at last, he untethered his tongue
and it soon became clear that not much was wrong.
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