Within that room
I felt a breeze
From another time
Ill at ease
As if a gentle
Soul passed by
With hidden eyes
About to cry.
A silent pain
Unsoothed, uncared
Weary but unheard
No bitterness
No need revenge
Just quiet
Passing by
A friend.
In search of peace
A place to rest
In solitude
Journeys quest
A gentle soul
A passing breeze
A ghost that brushed
The air to freeze.