SILENT SAY

Bemoan my silence
Vile of undertaking
By what grudge
Should I, clip
Parity of my affair

Neither you convey
Nor I, tend
To converse
The past, that
Was no more

Issue my release
Stemming my beat
No more, no more
I decree any diktat
On loathsome you

Ply my remains
In ashen grey, before
Any thud could
Dub my heart, And
Mourn my silent say