Tiptoeing around the obvious
pretending not see
Their shadows growing ominous
An ever growing seed
Too many words left unsaid
Too many messages left unread
Too many secrets to remember to keep
Too many bodies buried deep
Fragments and jagged pieces
a stitched together truth
Open honesty by omission
with reality in dispute
Fighting with the quiet
using silence as a weapon
an undercover riot
our whispered armageddon
Living entire lives in between the lines
Out of sight and out of mind
misery loves two of a kind
everything is fine, everything is fine