A rotten something
that's obviously sniffed
by everyone else,
beside Myself!
Judging the silence,
I decided before
the instinct meddles.
Examining faces.
Since it's dead quiet
Yet_I keep my mouth.
Sealed and sustain
such annoyance.
But there must be
some kind of a junk
'neath the floors,
waiting to be told!
Melanie Agua
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/somewhere-under-and-never/
