The Echo Returns Not

Locked in a room with no windows I became a shadow Invisible and unheeded Having as duty, the slow and steady merging Of myself with the dirty walls As time went by, I stopped feeling myself And started thinking that I am naught But part of the furniture That stands in the room, Filled with dust particles all over! Once, I coughed and realised that I have voice Which means that I can express myself And this brought me to try to say something everyday Just to remind myself that I am alive, A living human, having in me, the sparkles of mystery As time went by, my voice got louder And soon I started shouting out to the silence of the room That I was confined in, hoping and hoping for an answer From anyone, even from my own echo But the echo was never returned to me, however much I kept vociferating! Locked in our own vision, we try to receive echoes From those who battle this world, like us But the echoes will never return As those from whom we are trying to receive them Are merely mirrors, who allow us to see ourselves as we are And mirrors don't echo back Mirrors only swallow us in their murky ponds If we dare dip our toes in! The room allowed me to shelter myself from my reflection Still, I yearned for an echo from its vacuum But I was only met with the harshness of emptiness As even if I refused to see my truth bared I went through it as every human would!