It’s A Voice, Not An Echo.

I’ve roamed the halls of my mind alone

Long enough to hear a welcome stillness.

A quietness, birthed entirely by the muzzling of lost voices,

All listless whispers deep within my head unequivocally dead;

No other lingering tones,

Apart from one that still chooses to call it home

… My own.

 

– O.D. ©2020

 

Art by: Erisiar