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Endless Words
With unmerciful intensity is the ringing, the sound of my voice but I'm not singing. No music in delightful chords do I hear, Only incessant echoes play on in my ear. Over and over, are the diminishing sounds, Like the baying howls of fox-chasing hounds. What words are those, so repeatedly given until to the brink of insanity I am driven? As in a canyon, whose walls reach so high, I cannot staunch the words that I hear cry. They blare at first, then gradually drift afar repeatedly saying, "Scars from the warrrr." Such sinister words, 'scars and war,' an eerie pair, Why does hearing them cause me pain and despair? There they go again and again, but why should I care? Echoing, "Scars from the warrrr, more than I can bearrrr." Fear reached inside and nearly consumed my heart. I had a memory of a death, forgotten, so I thought. Those echoed words were the ones I had cried, when I heard the reason why my husband died. "Scars from the warrrr," the last words I remember, echo inside my head; an eternal smoldering ember. December 12th 2015 Where Echoes Hide Sponsor: John Lawless
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