An Echo
perhaps I am merely an echo
of the souls around me,
destined to bounce endlessly
from person to person,
condemned to fade into the distance
like a call for help turned away from
perhaps, like a wisp of smoke,
I will dissipate into the empty air,
invisible to all those around me,
unable to gather myself enough to be seen,
an insignificant collection of particles
who used to be on fire
perhaps I will be nothing
but the shadow of something greater,
merely a patch of ground
where the sun doesn't shine,
forever looked at and ignored,
an echo of what I could've been
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Free Bird
PoetryThis book is a journey: my journey, to learn my flight. I write this as someone who is searching for freedom, and who is looking to find it in whatever journey full of discoveries these poems take me on. I know I have always had wings. Now, it is...
