It crackled from the speakers,
and trickled into my ears
words I had never heard before
speaking to memories and fears
Violent and sharp, so clear
pulling emotions long forgotten
things I once held so dear
ideas and memories I lived in
How did I grow to be so blind?
Lost too long in this forlorn world
Chasing paths leading to no place
hearing the words too often unheard
Stoic Poetry
Through The Cracked Window (Revisited) 