Echoes

by

Daniel Chapa

Slowly sliding into denial
Angry ideas will fall
The bones in a pile

Run this game ends of earth
My purpose was known
On the day of my birth

Recognize the stated demands
Abusing my last thoughts
With these two hands

You are the one incomplete
Use your nails to dig
But the slide is steep

Absent in faith and headed home
Never see the ending
Till your cover is blown

Deny this love openly ignore
Even in my exile
I am an earthquake in the floor

You will tremble at the sound
A voice in your head
I will always be around
Even after I am dead.

NEXT?
Why don't you look at betrayals hill
by: Anne Strausser
from: Harrisburg, PA, US

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