Muted Poem by Robert Dummett

Muted

You told me not to tell -
that embarrassment would kill
a cheating friend.
I fought a flight of silence
that soon fell
like night
upon a suffering soul.
You told me that the secret
came from lips
of him who could contain
no longer
the inward hurt of heart'
I bit my trembling lip
when opening to sell
a tale already bought
of your citadel.

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