Thursday, January 29, 2015

Poem: Echoes


These walls:
Cold, accusing,
home. 
Its structure
more familiar to me
than my own face. 
In them
reflected
echoes of someone
I have not known. 
The loneliness here:
normalized. 
And hate - a friend
now embodied.
Those words I cursed,
echoed,
into myself;
ingested, indigestible.
Then one concerted movement
and: empty.
And this wall
reflects heat from the sun,
bits of forgiveness,
and something bold,
unquenchable. 
The other side,
foreign;
Yet I suspect
echoes of this voice there
to carry
the wind.

-me

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