I may not have known you for long

Just enough to take a peek at your soul.

I know you are someone in need

for a helping

Sometimes we shout into a wall

To make our mark and let it fall

To make the world our beck and call

To our chagrin there’s

I shout loudly
The sound bounces off the walls
coming back to me
hollow, with no will of their own
the echoes keep on going
my

What once was said
Has now returned
Endlessly repeating
In the warehouse of my mind
Stored with so many forgotten things
Grumbling

Every so often you sit and stare
And dream of  those days long since past
When you were a child without a care
Never thinking