Echoes in the Dark (poem)

As I sit, on the edge of this bed I can see,

The mists of yesterday, off in the distance. 

The promises of a bright future 

Long since dimmed. 

Smothered sighs of heart bowed with worry. 

Looking back I can see,

Such sacred longings
A young girl full of hope,

Now dismissed as folly. 

Where did she go?

I don’t know.  

As I sit on the edge of this bed,

I can hear them now. 

Echoes from the past,

Echoes in the dark. 

Echo
Sacred
Vanish

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