Ever Rest

I stand upon a mountaintop,
and I yell out my name.
All I hear in reply is an echo.

The voice that comes back to me,
whispers upon the mountain’s breeze.
Its words sound hauntingly hollow.

But I cannot stop myself,
I continue to talk my twin in reply.
Telling her of my sorrow.

Her whispered words come to me,
reflecting upon my feelings.
In her voice I wallow.

But at least she is my friend,
Everest and her rocky minions.
Giving me a path to follow.

(Silence Listens)

poem by Dale Mullock
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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