...Lost in the Echoes
Broken moments of infinite deep
Lines between the seconds-- I wish I could speak
Silent echoes of words never spoken
Lofty goals, broken
Twist of fate as my own misery I make
Dragged into the tendrils of my own mistakes
Borne of the sin of failing once again
I twist within this ill-fitting skin
This mirror reflection of my sin
In the bathroom I pray for the moments I can look away
Not to see the shell that is me
Whispering innocent echoes of poetry-- you’ll never hear
Wrapping myself in my own darkest fears
Blanket of contrition
I wear this cloak of my own decision
Holding all my broken parts hidden deep inside
I walk alone if only to cry
Tears of my desolate condition
Hit the ground in perfect precision
Playing a tune of a soul trapped in this dark cocoon
Plight of a soul under a bitter moon
I know the end is coming none too soon
Trapped in a prison of wordless indecision
This darkness I can no longer heft
I drown in the tears I detest
© 2020 SolApathy
Author's Note:
In the shadows of things never spoken I found myself...Broken
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