More Echoes

I had written down an idea for a poem: Echoes in the dark. A little while ago I wrote a poem based on that idea and published it, as you can see. Now I just opened my sketchbook to draw and found a poem written under that same title. So I had written the poem Echoes In the Dark in my sketchbook, forgotten it, and written a new one. Well, here's the sketchbook version:

Echoes In the Dark

Words leave my lips

and as they travel through the air

distorted

silenced

never received

I hear my echo

I’ve become a ghost

they sense me there

but they don’t know

Thoughts

crash on the walls

only echoes

wandering around

Cage

unknown maze

a hiding place

for my demons to rage

The lights broke

reality grew heartless

my mind

nothing but a mess

My existence

echoes in the darkness