Poem: "Hold Your Tongue"

I continue to hold my tongue. I hold my tongue in favor of the alpha. The alpha does not appreciate when the tongue is let loose. I dare let it loose from its chains, it will be scratched, and forced to retreat back to the safe place. The safe place isn’t that good after all. The tongue is locked up, to serve time for the messes it caused when being set free. Anxiously waiting to be free of its new chains. Or should I say ‘free of their chains. Each little box holds each tongue for their wrongdoing. Speaking. There are those that have been long forgotten and died out. Some hold peace, knowing they will let out. Then there’s them. The ones that have been locked up for years in time. Holding rage within them to survive. Day and night, each tongue will punch doors in attempt to knock them down until their knuckles bled. Bang their heads against the padded walls until they put themselves to sleep. Scream until their voices grow sore. Or until they have no more voice at all. So it would be wrong to call this a Safe House. This is a place where thoughts, beliefs, predictions, and dreams are shunned if not accepted. This is Madhouse. I would like to call it The Institution of Silence and Compliancy.