In Pieces Perhaps It Hides.

Or perhaps has hidden too long.

Now that silent, broken heart (perhaps) has caught up with the age of that old man.

Legs too old to keep beating around that bush... he lashes out.

His attacks made stronger by that heart long been kept silent.

Sigh, and I try not to lash out, too.

(I do not.)

For what do I really know about the things that drive silent, tolerant (old) men into breaking those lifelong habits?

Only thing I am sure of is that when a dam gets too ful, it spills over and floods out...