An Old Steemit Writer Returning...

Through the silence

the years determine,

where our brilliance has run.

A wonder...

long forgotten,

will rebound our dying will.

Set in stone

we never move,

yet in circles we have spun.

Will we return

or hide in shadows;

amongst the drying quill.

Inspect the silence.

You'll find a wonder.

It's set in stone.

We will return.

Pictured above is an image from the game Outlast.  I chose this image due to it's dark, old, and mysterious complexion.