Echo

The words echo within

The jagged chambers of my mind

Those well-meaning words

Of the feelings I should find;

Anger, outrage, heartbreak.

I watch them flow

From the crevice of my mouth

False in their echo.

I hear them,

Loud but distant and dim

As if through water.

When did I forget how to swim?

If my words were true,

I would say that I am numb,

That I should feel something,

But my senses are deaf and dumb.

How I wish I could call out

As I watch you walk away,

But you cannot hear

What I cannot say.