Echoes of doubt

July 31, 2014

History repeats itself inside my head,

Like an echo in a canyon,

Long after the initial shout

Losing at last that which

The shout was about

And so we read into

What we hear,

Imagining what it is

We felt when we let
the fell words fall,

And translate that which

We thought we said

Into what we need said

Feeling from it

What we need to feel

Not exactly what

We felt at the start

Thinking the whole time

How nothing has changed

When everything always does

And when we shout again

Our new shout falls

Onto ears we know might

Never hear what it is

We actually said.