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The Afterthought of an Echo

A poem by Kyle Dixon, senior English Education Major

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finally, peace at last

no more troubles of the past


just the obscure glass

telling myself this too shall pass


face pressed against the corner

clawing, hoping to break the border


feeling trapped but never more free

Wondering how all this could be


no one, and nothing looking back at me

i’ve scratched and chipped the edge for you to see


i can’t stand seeing the reflection of this room

suddenly you appear, full of gloom


my mind is pacing

my heart is racing


i know this is my only chance

i brace myself, hoping you take more than a glance


you shut the lights off, light a candle

and I reach for the handle


the flickering awakes my inner demon

and you finally give me a reason


you shake and tremble, this can’t be real

but oh, honey, how you are mine to steal


i break free from the barrier

and now i breathe this very air


you scream and thrash

but all that’s left of you is in the glass


i’ve seen your routine, i know who to be

suddenly this all feels like a dream


it’s real, oh yes it is real

free at last while all you can do is kneel


for i am now you

escaped from the glue


and you are stuck behind the glass

forever trapped in the past











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