Nothing stirs in the dark
Sitting, staring into the pitch
For a faint shining light
Distant in the mist
Straining as much to see
As not to see, praying to be
Unaware of the knowledge
Just there beyond the dark
From a far closeness
Echoes of metal on tile
Reverberate through the hall
Shattering the long silence
Closed behind doors
Locked and hidden
But ne’er forgotten
The silence calls
Beckoning from the black
Straining against the words
Fighting not to answer
Clinging to a promise
Choking back the eager cry
And yearning to let slip
The anchor line to fall lost
Heaped upon the broken rock
Stained and bloodied hands
Visible and invisible scars
Folding the fools banner into
A tatter square to hide away
Better to bury the shards
Deep within the hollowed
Cage of bone than to pass on
The enduring agony of why
That’s all for now, other stuff tomorrow
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