Echoes of Misery

I repeat myself over and over
An endless string of blunder—
Knotted and tied with my affliction
Ending nowhere but in damnation
Echoes bouncing on walls and pillars
While I’m locked under cellars—
My words falling with a clatter
Echoes of bone-chilling isolation
Over and over
My voice travels in crevices of the river
Slowly drowning in water
I can see my reflection
A figure of distortion—
Falling deeper and deeper
Over and over.

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