Echoes

When I yell my voice bounces off the wall of
a cave.
When I work hard I see it with my own eyes along the mind of a slave.
Body broken due to pain.
Mind Suffering to feel safe.
Mind rages to what I think to say.
Heart Speaks to what I convey.
It’s all similar. The Echoes
To my voice , in my mind, to the sound of my body. 
The anxiety, the rage, and my heart all echo silently. 
Davion Tinsley
09-21-2024