Echo

Nothing much to say here.

Reverberate,

The sounds and cries

Of life on the walls

As I chase them.

The words are stuck,

Mixing evermore in

The dreary darkness

Of the cave.

I run back and forth,

Looking for the source,

The echoes growing

Louder and louder.

I turn the corner,

About to find them,

When I stop cold

And stare before me.

Water drips down

in every corner,

Filling the cave

With echoing sound.

Another drop

In the gathering

Pool joins me to

Its murky depths.

Author's Note

Was I able to get my message across well?

Reviews

[Jared Michael Smith]

Well, I'm happy you were able to find something in my madness. :D And I'm happy you could "feel" my poem; that's my overall goal with my poetry. I want the audience to not simply read words on the paper; I want them to see the images all around them and feel the emotions in their very skin. Anyways, thanks for the review!

[ZeniaK]

I think you did! The message that I got out of this was the life is the cave walls, and the darkness of the cave is death. The water droplets are the people, and when the water droplets fall and gather into a pool, that also represents death. The man in the cave is searching for the meaning of life through the darkness as he sees all of the drops of water falling into never ending pools. That's what I took away from this, anyways. Good write, I loved the overall feel of this poem.