echoing.
voices echoing,
in this impossibly dark room.
echoing.
voices echoing,
echoing words that are not understood,
by people,
stuck in a labyrinth,
trying to get out.
echoing.
voices echoing.
directions that only confuse,
the forlorn people
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like this one Selina. The repetition of the word echoing evokes the sound you seek to express and the melancholic nature of the piece is not overblown. 'Forlorn people.' is great. Cool poem. love, Allie xxxx