The Last Lingering Echo

Suspended between galaxies

by lines of trust,

thin as air

but valuable as sparks from dying embers—

the last lingering Echo.


when all

turn against themselves,

all that is left

of pride and glory

is the 

last lingering Echo.


when the universe dies on itself,

when hope is diminished.

the last lingering Echo,

where nothing is left


The last lingering Echo—

“P l e a s e. . .”


  • L. B. Mek

    what a fantastic first stanza!
    such a good read, thanks for sharing

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