white walls painted darker blue
more like water and less like snow
to possibly succeed in softening the silence
but color cannot condone the echo
empty rooms enunciate words left unsaid
like lead feather weights causing tension
the echo resounds again and again
repeating what you said but the walls forgot to mention
dull and emotionless, codependent and redundant
the walls have no thoughts of their own
living only to mimic the remarks of others
the echo thrives off of you, unable to survive alone
whisper aloud to muffle your thoughts
inaudible speeches of feelings no one else knows
low frequencies most ears can't pick up
but it never misses a beat, the inescapable echo.
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