A piece of past…
That which lasts…
Verily those who claim…
That past is past…
Mask their own pain…
Witness…
Shivers at a whim…
Within the wind…
Whipped skin singed…
Marked with remembrance…
Bruised…
But chooses to hide…
As life belies…
Pain so tight…
Under this night sky…
Solace…
Nobody knows…
Letters flow…
Phrases fray…
Forever weighed…
In mysterious ways…
Sound the bells…
Sirens…
This wind…
This sin…
This memory…
Forever hidden…
Silent Scholar 