Echo – Jacqueline Nash 

There is no sound.

Silence envelopes me
inside my darkened room,
but the echo in the space
inside my head
bounces from side to side
within my skull.

The same words
repeat over and over,
becoming louder and louder,
like a rhythmic chant,
a sacred psalm,
a prayer I can never share.

Words that beg
to be spoken out loud
but have to be contained,
they must never escape
my lips,
for should they be heard,
nothing would ever
be the same again.

A secret I must not tell,
a secret that has taken over my mind,
reverberating in it’s echo chamber
threatening to drive me
to the verge of insanity.

This is how it must be;
this is the price I must pay.