Based on the myth of Echo and Narcissus.


Echo

You appeared to call
And I answered in kind
Rushing toward you
Arms outstretched
To give you my body and soul.

You cast me away.

Now I linger
A broken pile
Slowly withering
Until all that’s left
Is an echo.


April 9, 2018




Poetry by Nancy Sikora The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-09-07 at 22:59

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one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
it did not end well for narcissus ~

an echo is loved by all
a narcissist is loved by only one
2018-09-09