#1565-Seemingly

A presence,

Now a past.

Memories buried with ashes,

By an olive tree,

In a foreign land.

Unchained from shackles,

Rusted and neglected,

From forgotten times.

A light fog has lifted,

Revealing long-ignored truths,

Hiding nakedly,

From the brightness of life.

Eyes refusing to see.

A self-inflicted blindness,

In search of reality.

But paint peels away,

As iron rusts,

While some shadows,

Unknowingly, linger on.