The Quiet One

A Poem by CursedFreedom

You should hear those that remain silent.

The Quiet One

The Quiet One, there he sits
His mind wanders the world
From the sea to the sky
What is he thinking?

Never said a word
Always kept to himself
Sits alone, concentrating
Why is it so unnerving?

The others, they don't know
The battles he faces
With his own memories
Why won't they let him be?

With his eyes wide open
The world is collapsed
In his line of sight
Will the pain ever end?

All those he loved
Fell dead before him
What matters is now gone
So what does it matter?

They still left him
To his own thoughts
They had their chance
So where is he now?

The Quiet One, there he stands
Atop the highest cliff
Where below lies his destiny
Is the pain that deep?

His spirit is gone
It rests with the underworld
If you know a Quiet One...
Won't you talk to him?