Word of an Echo

Yesterday I was an empty page

waiting for an answer yet to reveal

But today I was a written word

hiding under a blanket of shame

scared to utter a word of any echo

Because tomorrow I'll be a sentence

revealing parts and pieces to intertwine my words

from the fear I cannot overcome

But who I am to judge in the present

while I am nothing but a tamed dog

waiting in the rain while the owner laugh and eat

while I bark up the wrong tree

Who am I to be in the Right or Wrong?

in a word of an echo.