poem


echoes

when i look around sometimes
i see a lot of imitations ,
i see old reflections of me ,
i see how i used to be ,
images from the past.

when i walk around sometimes
i hear things i used to say,
a lot of imitation,
a lot of exaggeration also ,
echoes from the past .

when i meet the present
i live happy moments
until i hear echoes from the past again.
wish i could stop the echoes forever
and hope they will disappear soon.

echoes of past ,
sometimes i wish i were deaf .
images from the past ,
sometimes i wish i were blind .

i hope for the better in the future
when probably i shall hear echoes of today .



Poetry by anton roxana
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Written on 2015-06-14 at 12:45

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
The past only exists in our minds. The echoes are recordings of history. This is a very nice piece :)
2015-06-16


John Ashleigh
Rather astute, actually. We all see ourselves in people - that is the root of sagacity and maturity. A strong piece. Thanks for sharing it with us.

Regards,
John.
2015-06-15