Ashes of a silent warrior
Beg to ask where he finally went
When the world no longer wanted
Or knew of his struggle
Where does his timid soul lie?
In the books he penned to secret lovers
Who never spared him a first glance?
In the walls he struck down
To find the peace he was born to be without?
In the people who said they cared
But couldn’t remember a thing about him?
Or, does it lie, wandering and wafting
In the trees, over mountains, under seas
Anywhere people forget to remember?