“Wechoes” 9 – 28 – 09
i hear echoes filling the hall
i hear steps passing through the walls
i feel voices where no one should be
and in this darkness
i see the reflection of what i am
of who i am, of who i’ll be
tomora never comes quickly
as yesterday hangs the sheets
i smell what could be
as a stench from flowers
brings stain upon the floor
and i’ve screamed these walls silent
and i’ve cried into alasbaster and ivory
with onyx as a shader
i’ve waited too long
i’ve waited too long
i’ve waited too long to see what i have felt
all along..
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