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
2 Replies to “It’s A Voice, Not An Echo.”
Thanks, Anne 🙂