I wrote a poem on this drawing which I titled

“Echoes Inside”

He stands there alone.
Head down.
Eyes closed.

From a distance,
he looks calm.
Like nothing is wrong.
But that’s not true.
Inside him,
something is happening.

A memory.
a voice he once knew.
He tries to ignore it.
But it doesn’t go away.
It comes back again.
Stronger this time.

Still, he doesn’t move.
He doesn’t open his eyes.
Because he knows
if he does, everything might spill out.
So he stays there.
Holding it all in.
And the world passes by
like nothing is happening.

But inside him,
the voices keeps growing.
Echoes of everything
he never let go.

Thats the world we live in,
We hide our emotions,
Until we can’t even feel it anymore.

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