The Echo Chamber

Empty space surrounds me

Stretching out into the shadows

The echoes are loud here.

My head splitting with the sound.

 

A yell comes back again and again to assail me.

A whisper never fails to revisit me.

A cry of anguish! a laugh! a lie!

NOTHING dies in the echo chamber!

Not even a thought.

 

CAN YOU HEAR ME???

My voice is lost in the echoes of what you say…

Long before it reaches you.

As loud as I shout, you never hear my voice.

 

You say you miss me

But who do you miss?

You’re so fixed on your own words

That I think you miss a ghost of your imagination.

 

I am not a pawn and this is not a game to play.

I scratch these words upon the walls…

Even as your echoes call.

Perhaps you’ll see them at last someday

Long after we’re done and I’m gone away.


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