ECHOES

Echoes from all around
Drum beating coming from the ground
Vibrations ripping me to a shred
Voices are sounding off in my head
Thoughts puddle as my mind
Melts to simple mercury, unrefined
These noises cascading in me
Escape is impossible to me
Unless I pull the cord
But that sends me toward
The end.
 
Andy McRae—5/11/20

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Andy McRae

I have been writing poetry for the last 13 years. It all started as an assignment for a creative writing course. I never thought I would like writing, as I am dyslexic and language was always a struggle for me, but I fell in love with the art form in that class.

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