An Echo

Silence yourself. Don’t utter another word Because these things you’re saying I don’t want to be heard. Fear, Confusion, Change It’s funny how familiar These all sound to me. Yet you claimed you were different That you actually meant those words You so often spoke to me- Once upon a time… But then those words became scarce Fewer by the day and less in meaning Dwindling away… A mere echo of what used to be.