My words are forbidden
Until they are hidden
However I know where they lie.

At the center, or core
But I’m not sure
If I should corrupt their slumber inside.

Shall they lie there dead
Or shall they be raised and brought out by my tide.

My dilemma is this
Should I stay as a quiet miss
And forget the ones that have died
Or express my words before they are all dead
and they have to pay the cost of being lost

Perhaps my answer is near
Or will I have to face the fear
Of my dilemma remaining unsolved

For I have one thing to ask
I give you the task
Of finding my cure
And healing me of my words.