Echo: The progression of pain.

Echo forces realization;
Rejection dilutes the pain.
Naturally, the failure pends.
Time speeds its hand,
swiftly, abruptly...
Abusive.

Echo forces repetition;
Never finding satisfaction,
scream, and scream again.
Emotion allows no breaks,
force feeding, forced feeling...
Raped.

Echo forces speculation;
scrutinize the depths,
never finding solution.
Comfort fades to darker shades,
pink progressed to gray, soon
black.

Echo forces confusion,
within me; creation.
A study unending, not yet begun.
Growing louder, speaking faster.
Human a servant to echo,
master.

Reviews

[Aman lekhi]

This is a great poem..!!

[NightShade]

It seems that yours is a talent without bounds. The power in this piece is that it haunts, the spectre of of traumatic memory. It's fierce as the demons it summons forth and the words glide as the spirits of past take hold. Just phenomenal work by a truly gifted purveyor of word craft. Potent magicks leap from the screen and hold one mesmerized by Terrible Beauty unleashed as high Art.