Voices echo within walls
From distant memory
The same way they did
All those years ago.
Cliques emerge
With the coming voices
Growing in number inside
These walls from distant memory.
The same old feeling
Encompasses my soul,
Drowning in its
Sorrow drenched embrace -
Dripping from every limb -
Every hair on its head
Knows nothing but solitude
In a sea of voices contained
Inside these walls of memory.
It's funny - the concept of connection.
It's something we all crave
The same way we need water
To live,
Yet as more people arrive
Loneliness seeps in
With the coming of night.
Isolation of the mind
Paired with the distance of being
Creates a recipe for grief
Over something never known.
But nothing can wipe away
The marks it's left
Being your only friend
When the time turns
With the next arriving day.
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Echoes of the Deep
PoetryA collection of poetry I've written over the years dealing with my journey through depression and self-harm. It's a mental health journey. (Also, I've Updated the cover! Final Edition) Trigger warning: lots of my writing is a bit dark - deals wit...
