The echoes are getting louder
once they were silent,
my ears hurt from their shouts
once gentle spirits
have turned violent
what do they say?.
The echoes are getting louder
screaming to be heard,
within them I hear her
asking and weeping
where else would you go?.
The echoes are getting louder
like they never left,
they now know my name
calling me to them
stop the noise
lest our voices drown out.
The echoes are getting louder
uncovered by the truth,
they never stop
now they're my reality
they've become my blood
passing through my veins
these echoes are louder than ever.
© Adiela Michael Osiah.
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PoetryPoetry and inspiration Some of these poems are true life experiences, I just thought I'd share the beauty in light and dark poetry hope you'll enjoy it... P.S . Some of these are dark poetry so please be sure to read and vote
