My Name Is... Poem by AnnaLeigh Jones

My Name Is...



My name is shadow, the captive silhuette upon the wall.
I live the echos of the dead, the silent, the heros and their fall.
They whispered 'Can anybody see me? '
They wondered 'Why can't they hear me scream? '

I can hear you, I can see you.
I'm the one who knows how it feels to be you.
I know your stories, I built your mask of glory.
No one would understand you if it wasn't for me.
I was always there, I was the only one who cared.
I wept beside you when life just wasn't fair.
Be assured I never fade away; I am shadow still today.

My name is echo, the keeper of a million truths and lies.
I replay memories each time you scream curses at the sky.
The shadow walks with you when your heart and mind fight.
I'll speak to you when you're alone and you know I cannot lie.

I can hear you, I can see you.
I know what it means to be you.
I know your story, I've spoken your false glory.
No one would understand you if it wasn't for me.
I was always there, I was the only one who cared.
I wept behind you when life just wasn't fair.
Be assured I never fade away; I'm still echoing today.

I am your memory; the last of what is left of yesterday.
Your thoughts are the cause that starts my never ending replay...

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Enrico Morilla 04 February 2011

Amazing, memory really talking I do love such creation, to be my memory Who can speak to me Whenever I can be...

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