Echo

Raised chill upon the skin,
Dark thoughts soon to linger in
To a heart pained silence in the thin
Air so shallow , a whisper wind.
Reaching out for touch
To only feel dust within ones clutch-
The begging to feel ones warmth it seems too much
The hopeless, narrow , dashing memory of a dream becomes a crutch.
An echoing, desperate, aching call
To only the reverberating wall
For no response from one to all
Reverse the pain , and heartache fall
One asks for days to see the light
Of what was once so free and bright
Of what was once what had felt right
Of what was once more a dream of night
How much longer can one wait
To hold onto a desolated, dim, and empty fate
To cross ones fingers and hold ones plate
Of hopeful future and a happier state
To crawl into a tiny spot
In fetal hold , in comfort rock
To each tear that gather to flock
A puddle of lonely , dreaded mock
Soon , one prays , to see the sun
And finally feel that they have won
To know they've fought through a dreadful run
To embrace the new life know this one's done.