Echoes In The Unconscious By Ink Soul Poem by Ink Soul

Echoes in the Unconscious by Ink Soul

Upon the ash where silent shadows dwell,
The world bears witness, mute, to what was done—
The smoke of memory, the bitter smell,
The nameless lost, uncounted, every one.
No trumpet mourns, no golden banners wave,
But walls are scarred with numbers, etched in pain;
The earth is heavy, silent as a grave,
And history's wound unhealed, a crimson stain.
O children vanished, mothers turned to dust,
The evidence endures in stone and bone;
In broken glass, in silence, and in rust,
The truth persists though centuries have flown.
Let memory not falter, nor eyes grow blind—
The sorrow of the world is left behind.