Bitter Silence Poem by Ron Pate

Bitter silence, words of few
Lips sealed, never parting in view
Sweet pallets frozen in time
Heart in disarray until morn's dew

Bitter silence, cold as winters wind
And lie near a lions den
Cold heart's creation before nights fall
And the words dredged bring no mend

Bitter silence, brought forth by you
Reconciliation sought by one, not two
Frigid air blows as the night treks slow
Sincerity unheard and love still askew

Bitter silence, stills a heart in need
As a knife drives down it bleeds
Piercing a soul tormented by wrong Suffer it shall, as it pays for illicit deeds