Echo Poem by keith brown

I hear your echo in the morning
A howling! Haunt's me late at night.
My heart tells me, it's your love calling: my mind tells me
that can't be right!
Your lost in some distant concrete canyon,
laying with a needle in your arm.
Devils dance between the turning pages of your life.
Nobody down here gives a damn!

Silence, sounds, a lovers desperation,
Grieving sight of life's departing thread,
Rising from the ashes of life's pages.
The spectre of our lost and living dead

Life, love, become eternal burdens, driven through
your soul and self esteem.
Plaintiff cry for help goes unheeded;
Young minds seek reality in dreams.

Laying, back down in the gutter,
eyes transfixed by moon, sun and stars.
As demons sleep and angels watch untended
Your dying with a needle in your arm.