Echo

An empty, soulless call, a breath

The walls, the sky, world’s mess

Caricature of pure intent

Left brooding, fully spent

Produced, forgotten, my escape 

Reminding me of cruel fate

Retelling words I’d rather skip

Recurring, reoccurring, weak

And then it is no more

Acerbic sun - my ageless foe

And moon’s erratic toothless grin

With stars like needles from within 

Another breath, another step

Another day, attempt, forget

Another year, full of loss

Remainder of my awkward voice

An open door, an end of path

An “I” that’s left of former “us”

Last thing remains - let go

Of meaning, of my broken echo!