Trickling

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

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