Echoes of Echoes
Hear my screams reflectingin the labryinth of mirrors.
Echoes of echoes
bouncing from the corners
of my mind. Hysterical sounds
haunting me. Laughing
echoes---darting-- like a
rat beneath my pillow. Scratching
upon the raw reality of my
brain. Trails of waste, trampled
and scatter upon the doorstep,
lead to crying
echoes
calling from inside me, terrorizing
the last innocent thought,
leaving nothing but gnawed
and torn remembrances
of myself.
Muted into submission
I lie here nothing but a bag
of bones.
Rattling echoes
Dying echoes
I scream
in
silence.
Kathy Lockhart
11/12/06
Poetry by Kathy Lockhart
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Written on 2006-11-13 at 02:32
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