Echo

Brimelow

I painted something beautiful
and showed it to the world
Then I placed it in a house
Without any windows

I sculpted my own heart
and sang along to the beat
Then I locked it in a chest
Without any sound

I wrote my name in the sand
and bathed in the light
Then the tide came in
Without any pity

An echo
A shadow
A painting in a house
Without any windows

  • Author: Brimelow (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 29th, 2020 10:49
  • Comment from author about the poem: I'm involved in amateur theatre, and on the day after the final night we all go in to take the set down, and there is always an element of post-show blues - wrote this after my second show
  • Category: Unclassified
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