The Echo Returns Not

Across placid waters, smooth as all glass, Across empty fields of withered brown grass, Up through to the heavens of desolate space, Then down through my soul, so desperate for grace, I shout my anger at what life has brought! ‘Tis no surprise, the echo returns not… I live my days showing none what I feel. But deep in the night I fear I reveal All of the anger kept loosely at bay, All of the pain that mere words cannot say. Scream through the silence, please untie this knot! There’s no reply, the echo returns not… Could it be just me? Perhaps I am deaf… Or all are gone, I’m the only one left… A soul solitary under the sky Doomed to forever be pondering why… I whisper a prayer… Perhaps it’s for nought… One thing I know, the echo returns not…