EpItOmE...

The epitome of silence, wisdom of mask
The deeds are on stake, oppressive is the task
The utterance of words, perception of feeling
Unacceptable is the woe, yet waiting for it to sling,
Thoughts itinerant the mind, hope is in for toss
Trying to catch on emotions, they too are in for loss
Gruesome reality, situations which surge
Chocked up on rapture, now left with no surge
Dual existence, fakeness of role,
Now is the time, be answerable to your soul.