Things unnoticed by the outside world

Empty pages turned
despite a lack of motion
trigger memories of the fallen
and those in respite

A link to a past
left deep in a dark pit
sunken between wrinkles
and thoughts lost

Ink spilled over time
and empty parchment
spread thin from years
and heavy wear

And you, always watching
from within the cave
of shame and remorse
found only in my own eyes