There are Echo's within my brain
Try as I might I cannot quell;
Sometimes its such exquisite pain,
Just this side of Heaven, near Hell.
My Echo's inform me to heed
Things which are not needed; destroy,
I've learned to accept Echo's read
To clear my mind to only joy.
Echo's are my conscience I've found,
They shine alone without a glare,
Without them I'd have surely drowned,
Sank to the bottom in despair.
ŠJune 28, 2013 / Jerry Pat Bolton
~*~ Your fences need to be horse-high, pig-tight and bull-strong. ~*~