Silence is the problem then,
the bane that I have carried,
and were it that I could at last,
the hatchet to have buried.
The past is in the past, but still,
you must find some other way,
to forgive, or even better yet,
your feeling to allay.
To fix this problem is to drain
the feeling from your soul,
the anger and contempt you feel,
your character console.
If I had not been vigilant
to keep my own in quiet,
then trouble would have come our way
in the form of some new riot.
So blame me not for keeping still,
to wait for time and distance,
to tell them of my love for you,
my own and dear subsistence.