~untitled~ Poem by E Nigma

It trickles from the side
Inside the one you seek
To see those scars alive

A wound in the heat
Buried beneath all the festering
Underneath all the gesturing

The silence speaks what is to be
A less traveled lonely road

Destination meets the course
Greets the willing, opens doors
Leads the hungry to feed the poor
Shows the scholars that there's more

Teach me the art of questioning
The quest begins with reckoning
Distressed and bending to be free

What's been broken
Was waiting, for the craftsman to be forged
For his blade to be tempered

The warrior at the fort
Is the child you must remember