Lord of the Manor _ Discretion

For all that I know about patience. For all that I know about passion and protection. For all that I have learned and all that I have taught, I am lost and gone. For as long as I stand in this place I am as empty of wisdom as a newborn.

 

I have scoured the fabric and the weave of this room. Searching slowly with my fingers for the tactile moment that would open up my past but these scorched walls and cracking cinders give nothing away. The dimensions of this room are as I remember, there is familiarity in width and breadth but the feelings I knew as familiar once are gone and these spaces feel strange to me. With their actions they have taken with them everything I was and everything I knew I could be. The pride that built this house, the lineage that held it firm and the rules that I laid down are no more than cooling ashes and I am left as an echo in silence. Nothing but the present moves around me, nothing but the memory lives within me.

 

Done