Echo

Howls in the hollow,

Ripple through the halls,

Simulations of sounds,

Bounce off the walls,

It borrows a voice,

To say what was said,

Recycles a loop,

Of thoughts in my head,

Imagination imitations,

Shadows silhouette for show,

In the dim and dark down here,

Where sunlight doesn’t go,

A caves communication,

Is based solely off our speech,

So listening ain’t learning,

while talking doesn’t teach,

A caverns kind of company,

Is not one guest around,

But bats dwell the deep depths,

Half buried underground,

Actors and imposters,

Reflect a mirror of yourself,

Be it an honor or a horror…

it came first from my mouth.