Echo

mental health & illness

I have been here before. Pitch black.

I have argued with that urge. Deaf and dumb.

I have tasted those words on the tip of my tongue. Unheard.

I am familiar with those ghosts. Soundless.

I have followed the phantoms on the other side. Blind eyes.

The mouth of the cave is a mile wide. Not hidden.

And still I fell inside. Cavernous and never-ending.

I have traced my hands along the sides. Rough stone.

I have lost my way, time and time again. Maze.

I have traveled back in time. Flashback.

I am familiar with the place inside my head. Dense.

I have been to the bottom. Hallow.

A graveyard of bones and broken-down headstones. Dust.

Where nothing and no one resides. Echo.