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


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