Echoes Of The Past

• Brayden Roos, Grade 6, Kimberley Park State School -
• Poetry
• 2020

Excellence Award in the 'The Inside Story 2020' competition

Silent words, ancient magic rippling the silk surface of the lake eternity,
Anxiety, despair. The dark rain drops of ink staining the golden sky at dawn,
Shards of fractured promises and lost secrets, whipped up into a frenzy,
before settling down in front of a slither of the moon,
the tide inside shall rise and the mist of lies will escape it's prison,
creating an indescribable feeling of relief,
lies are bloodless and heartless, so let them flow down your river of emotions,
your soul can sometimes be frozen over like a freezing lake,
so listen to the shadows of the deep, for they whisper in your ear guidance,
follow the shadows and they will lead you to a sacred cave,
many lost souls have wondered this cave,
if you wish to hear their secrets, look past the frosty dewdrops dripping from the roof,
just listen, for you may hear the echoes of the past