Echo’s past

I spoke to the echo’s of the past until my lips grew numb…she told me she was death to most and yet a love to some.

I reached into the future until my bones began to wane…plagued by my uncertainty it’s mysteries I could not attain.

I looked at the ground were I was standing and I began to weep…my heart so undeserving but God my soul will keep.

(C) DC