A long time ago
A voice inside of me shouted
For a while, I thought it had already died,
Swallowed by the darkness,
And it can never be heard again.
But you see,
If you shout at a hollowed out place,
It creates an echo
A simple phrase
That multiplies
And repeats...
And repeats...
And repeats...
Unendingly...
Until it finally reaches your ears
.
.
"I am very unhappy"
.
.
"I am very unhappy"
.
.
YOU ARE READING
A Graveyard Of Words
PoetryA poetry collection ------------------- My words will just die without having been read My voice will only be swallowed by the cavern of thoughts without leaving an echo My stories will cease to exist. COMPLETED. ©bil garcia/ flightywords
