The great threat is always inside.
Quiet things lie within
Neat little knots holding down
Raw, unkempt edges simmer
Little hands pet anger like a dog
It’s growl held but not missing
Deep recesses craved beneath
Smooth surfaces are deceiving
We are always surprised by silence
Calculating torrents wait patiently
Undercutting control, overwhelming
It’s passing unseen, its trail wide
Beware what lies in Silence