The world is an echo.

Silence,
  moment of clarity,
  and absence.

Time so still,
  drops drift through the air.

Starting to feel the ringing,
   becoming louder.

Numbness passes.

Chaos crashes,
  emotions and sights overwhelm.

Now,
  I start to hear again.
 
It all comes back to me,
  not just now,
  but the rest.

Screams and cries,
 so familiar.

Once again,
  comes around.

Sounds of all the pain,
  so familiar.

Way of the world.

The world is an echo.

Reviews

[asdarkeyesclose]

'Chaos crashes,
emotions and sights overwhelm.'

very much a poem of the senses, the way we experience life and the world and sometimes it is just not that easy. excellent write. fantastic.

[Jon Roggie]

Thank you! I seem to need to draw from emotions. Not always the most pleasant of experiences.

[Photochick]

This is one of your best! Very moving and relatable to many things and specific things. My favorite stanza is "It all comes back to me, not just now, but the rest." Wow!

[Jon Roggie]

Thanks, Deb! This one just flowed.

[Photochick]

I published 5 yesterday. I was sort of in a gloomy place, but sometimes that's the best way to get something written.

[Jon Roggie]

Gives some motivation sometimes. Also, lets you vent. I'll check them out in the next day or so.

[Just Kim]

I found this quite truthful,
I really enjoyed this

[Jon Roggie]

Glad you enjoyed. Words came easy, but the scene is still a bit painful.

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~ beautifully written... sometimes we hear the echo of laughter and music too...

[Jon Roggie]

Thank you for the reminder!

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~ my privilege... :)