The Echo

Nightmares from when I was 6 years old return to terrorize me at twenty and I keep discovering little things that might mean more.

I begin to realize the intricacies, hearing them whispering on the streets and a news report in my head reporting everything I’m doing.

Specters of people invade my room, searching, sneaking, stealing, taunting, tormenting, torturing, and then fading into thin air.

Tell my doctor and he sends me where I can’t wear shoe-laces, or smoke a cigarette outside designated times. They pass out pills, make me forget I exist.

And my body seems so far away as memories turn to shadows and fade and soon all that’s left is the echo of a soul screaming out for deliverance.