An Echo

Sometimes you just have to write without thinking, only listening to the voice of your heart, and the voices of those who cannot speak.

'Echos'

Can I still hope?

Hands reaching to others
Smiling laughing caring
Gentle words...
Simple endearments...
An echo from a millenia gone.

Can I even see?

Sentiments lost amid posturing
Sneering biting unmoving
Harsh doublespeak...
Empty platitudes...
A spin of a sound infecting today.

Will it even matter?

Shadows occluding the numbers
Bleeding burning gone
Feigned indignance...
Shifting all blame...
A ruin of what has been
And may ever be.

Can anyone see?

C.