Echoes

We hide in the shadows. we mourn by the shore. in debt to 
the dreams we had but let go of. washed away by the stream 
that took everything and now nothing remains but the echoes
 of our tortured cries. when the power we possess we use to
 sell ourselves then what of the days and opportunities 
that pass? the trumpets of life have long since silenced 
and left are the echoes of our tortured cries.