The Quiet Death of Echos
The sound of a heartbeat,
heard only in the empty silence of loneliness
How still this moment is,
the smallness of being
When each sunset is wrapped in gray,
leaving behind another long night of yearning,
to feel wanted, to feel needed,
alone with emotions of misery,
that come and go with each passing flickering light
To stare into the abyss, feeling nothing
Awakened by the mirror of your thoughts,
that flutter in the background with emptiness
To endure the quiet death of echos,
that fade away from yesterday,
leaving tomorrow silent
contest Loneliness
Copyright © Frederic Parker | Year Posted 2016
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