What comes to mind?

A dark poem.

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What comes to mind?
To the shrill of silence?
The roar of ignorance?
Or just,
For a moment,
Is it you?
And the echoes of what once was?
Entombed in moment,
Always remembered,
And seldom forgotten,
But in the minds of the past,
Looking to their future.