Echoes

It's buried deep inside me
Feels like know one will ever know,
This ache that starts in my toes,
I'd scream with all my might, 
All you'd hear are the echoes

I may smile,
Day by day
Better to be the eagle in the sun
Than drown like a chicken in rain

I thank the above
For pen and paper
Allows me to drain my well
Maybe help someone exfoliate their shell

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Robert Johnson

Date: 10/3/2012 2:35:00 PM

Echoes fade beyond our ear to where we cannot hear. But in our soul the sound does roll like thunder till we fear. The wind beneath our eagle wings won't bring us back to here. To put it down on paper and hope someone will cheer.

Lynn Dolly
Date: 10/7/2012 1:02:00 AM

That's the hope:) Thanks for reading my stuff!

James Marshall Goff

Date: 10/2/2012 7:14:00 AM

hi Sharon, the author, (you, schneikie, what is it w/me today) processes emotion "in the moment" on paper....cool effect! jim

Lynn Dolly
Date: 10/2/2012 7:39:00 AM

Why thank you sir:)))