there is no key masterful enough.

a poem about old voices echoing through crevices.

Photo by Adli Wahid on Unsplash

i have tried to convince myself

that emptiness fills itself eventually

and that sand surrounding holes

dug in moments of despair

trickles into the absence

as years pass and that

the echoes ultimately find

something to bounce frequencies against

instead of reverberating into hollow cavity,

but sadness shatters glass ceilings

and more of everything else

does not mean less of this.

there is no way of unseeing the world

through perspectives i have unlocked.

there is no key masterful enough

to keep old voices from echoing

through crevices.

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