I heard an echo

To the unceasing sky

that knows not tiny me

I have bellowed words

mine, forever to keep

that seem to haunt and poke

forever to hurt

Why must

the lovers who leave

and the sons that die

and the mothers who cry

do so?

To the darkness, shining dots of light

cradle toys that show me calm

cradle toys that become my unrest

leave me here

Am I to forever sleep in my wake?

If you ask for my being

or perhaps, something of value

tell me what is your price

take me to that long never-ending road

For at the very least

I yearn to leave my shadow

knowing I walked the path

knowing I heard an echo.