634 – Echoes
“You are not what you think you are.”
Whispers the dark voice
Inside my head.
I take another swig of Bourbon,
And hear the breeze play tag
Between the bamboo stalks.
“You are not who you think you are.”
Whispers the cold demon
In my heart.
I let the scattered raindrops
Dance within my hair
And race down my weary cheeks.
“You are not what you wish you were.”
Weeps the silly child
Within my fears.
I sip more ember liquor,
And feel it burning
Down my throat.
“I am nothing.”
Echoes my own voice
Into the forest.
In the middle of the muddy path
A single pebble shines,
Smiling at the moonlight.
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