I opened my eyes to look into
the void
The void looks back.
Empty, vast, we two are
Silent
No sound between dry lips and teeth
Twin Fears are spiders down my
Spine
in the echo or the answer
Does lie my
Doom
If the answer to my plea reply
I the maker of my time
Youth
spent on sweet evil and
The bitter good I've wasted on
Glory
Short lived fleeting felt
The wrongs still stick as oily
dross
thickly across my skin
I taste the stink in the empty
Air
Hands extend forward searching
Dare to hope for respite or
Redemption
To who does it belong
The reciever or the
giver
Neither of those are here
Before the void my hands and soul
Stained
In regret and in my evil
I've earned no salvation
Unless
I speak and my ears answered
My own tones ring back an
Echo
Relief would swing sweetly first
I recieve no punishment except
This
Every breathless gasp
And note sung comes to
Nothing
Dreams granted and gifts squandered
Sweat I've bled and the tears I've
Screamed
My own cry may bounce back
No destiny no design no
Fate
That I would be here
Asking what is the greatest to
Fear
The echo or the answer
All of time spent in
Sorrow
Looking into the void
And the void looks back equally
Searching
And there is nothing to find
Because if there is only
Void
Then so am I
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The Echo or the Answer
Poetrywhich is the greatest to fear? the Echo or the Answer?