Echo

Stare down a bottomless pit,
and then wait for the thump of a fall,

and the sound never reaches your ears.

It has been counting years,
the fall to meet its end
and in the ever lasting free fall
the fears I have I fend.

So to test the theory true,
I screamed my heart to you,

in a hope the end was met,
and the crash caused none dead,

cut through the ominous silence

lest the emptiness be the same.
I yelled at you not yours but my
own fateful name.

I hear nothing new,
I crave to hear some voice,
The pit must be bottomless
for my ears do not meet an echo.
and the free fall is not a surge
and I am no string tied bob,
that will dangle on a string to hang
and then it's state recall.
it is an endless fall.
and the fall it shall be.