What crosses the line

What crossed the line with you Was it something said or a thing to do Did you suffer it in silence made And wonder at the next escapade Is it a memory held deep down That surfaces like a buoy in ocean bound To bob and ring its bell Knowing it is part of your private hell So what will you do about such a thing Do you let it intrude once you hear its ring Or sink it down to founder and drown Not letting it breath or bob around. © Paul Warren Poetry