When echo lost its shadow

When echo lost its shadow, 

a haunting void took shadow's place. 

No longer bound by shade's gentle grasp, 

then echo drifted through empty space.

Without its shadow, echo felt cold, 

a chilling darkness, an eerie silence. 

No longer whole, it sought the past, 

its identity lost, its voice forlorn.

A slightest whisper, a lonely sound, 

echoed through the void, not fully grown. 

In shadow's absence, echo’s flown, 

a fractured call, a hollow plea.

Urgency thrived, time running thin, 

the void grew darker, shadows dimmed. 

Abandonment and isolation crept, 

disorientation through endless nights.

A mysterious force, unseen, unknown, 

had stolen shadow, left echo alone. 

A veil of secrecy, a hidden dread, 

echo's search led to the edge of the thread.

Emotional stakes, a heart laid bare, 

echo's sorrow, a silent prayer. 

In the chasm of longing, hope remained, 

to find its shadow, and be whole again.

Reviews

[Ken e Bujold]

Fascinating poem F. Love the imagery, pull and tug of echo and shadow, stand-ins for memory and desire.
favorite line "echo's search led to the edge of the thread" absolutely perfect. haunting and at the same time so inviting to the mind to stop and think what the possibilities of it might mean.

hope all is well
Ken

[Red Brick Keshner]

Thanks Ken, good to see you around. Thanks for the visit and that much appreciated comment 🙏🏻👍🏻🕊
Freds.