Echoes – William Grice

Echoes all throughout:

lost in translation.

What he says is

taken by time,

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Art by Megan Brennan

ricocheted off the walls

only shriller to the ear,

pusillanimous in sound:

a Vestige of his pain


Behold, his own voice

comes back to him.

 

Sweeping and Squandered:

a Waste.

 

Almost.

 

His voice does not travel

beyond the stony resilience.

But maybe one day,

 like a Belfry

his words may carry

just enough

to rise above the resistance.

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