Encore, Encore (Poetry)

They tell me I repeat myself —
Could that be true ? Could that be true ?
What I’ve just said I’ll say again —
the very same, the very same.
It’s like an echo bouncing through
wall to wall and back again
repeating like an old refrain
I tell myself. I tell myself.

I tell myself but I don’t hear
the words repeat ... the words repeat ...
They’re said aloud and the they’re gone
it’s just faint echoes bouncing on
where whispers meet. Where whispers meet
inside my head I dwell upon
this duplicate phenomenon
I fail to hear. I fail to hear.