Echo Poem by Brandon Wade

its a great time to feel like we're getting smaller,
through everything im still treading water,
tracing an outline on the face of my pride,
as i lose all control for fear in my mind.

im lost, in this sea of echo, and the thoughts that follow,
but i can see, through the clear glass of air i breathe,

i cut a thick but harmless scar in my heart,
blood, air, and my thoughts escape,
in the wierdest way im not afraid,