Some reflections are to be just yours,

Just like your mirror image, those deductions,

Those; few or large, stored indoors,

Those theorizations, not truth,just your projections !

Those words, they char,us and if told ,them!

The kindled scrutiny, yet to be dampened,

Regards only to be hid;  someone to covert the venom,

Those words if once said, make you world end!

Tacit! A beautiful word, a hope of inference,

My reflections, the image I see, to be viewed by these eyes,

A difference I see from all these continues incurrence,

I need a pole of valor,love and tolerance;  not just a guise !