Volumes of notes and journals
Diaries left across the world
Cryptic verses and prose
Splinters of a broken man
Purging the disease of time
Tucked into hidden places
And forgotten bookcases
Cyphers to be cracked
I wish life were simple
But once the veil is parted
There is no forgetting
No ever going back
You bleed to feel alive
When everything you are
Is just everything you did
At least you have never hid
Stoic Poetry
Through The Cracked Window (Revisited) 