Echo

A heartless echo resounds

Through my chest

In time it ends, just

As a child’s laugh, as a

Dog's bark, as a smile

Or frown. As my eyelids

Close, drooping in ghastly

Restlessness – there is no

Drum to make me whole,

No joy or anger, no pity

Or empathy . . . no screams

As the petals fall withered

Through the cold void

That is death, that is

Relief, my eternal rest.