Echoes of the Past

I had a dream

In which

I saw myself

Standing strong.

Probably it seemed

Like a breakthrough

From everything that

Was going wrong.

I mellowed in the darkness

Gripped by nothing

but grief.

I didn't want to think about it again

'Cause all what I recall

is deceit.

Part of me wanted

to run away.

Part of me

wanted to cry.

But a part of me

Just stood there

Swallowing in the lie.

I lay in bed that night

Silently and calmly.

I didn't really want to

focus on those thoughts,

Because I knew

they would harm me.

I closed my eyes slowly

Listening to the voices

echoing in my head.

This is what I hear everyday

They repeat what

they have already said.

All these voices are

the flashes from the past.

A reminder of the ugly things

That weren't meant to last.

I got up and

drifted over to the window.

Looked outside at the rainy clouds,

Hoping for a rainbow.

All these echoes,

In the end that's what

we really have.

All that's left and gone

The emptiness,

that's what it salves.

I so hope that

someone will remember me

after I am gone.

For what I was and

where I belonged.

These echoes are what

I leave behind.

For as long as they are alive

I won't really die.