Speech

The years stand in line, not breaking rank
Echoes of the past
Audible in the mirror of speech
When it kneels 
on it´s knees

Speech no longer cares
Babling like a drunk
That no one can escape 
their past
Speech sends words to death

Seeking solutions through the years
Convinced we’re the last of our kind
Speech, flailing on it’s axis
Begs for oblivion

How speech suffers:
No one can ever understand
The mirror of the future 
will reflect only bare bones
Everything drowned in speech

Speech is speechless
Speech doesn´t suit speech
What best suits speech
is what is said with no speech

Speech grows dark
Lonely
speech nods at me
like an echo
that lies at the bottom of a valley
And, keeps returning
to open old wounds