Echo Chamber - Writers Block Poetry Contest Week 1

My echo is loud today, but my voice still a whisper,
I use to share the gospel with anyone that would listen,
I hear the hymns, the people clapping in unison,
To the words I’ve grown tired of repeating,
Reverend Timberlake I commend your message,
But I can’t stay for the rest of your sermon,
I must trail blaze even if my work is unnoticed,
For the thoughts of tomorrow are upon us,
Cyclic nature, will I ever find my center?
Or am I doomed to whist in the edge of your design,
I feel not lonely or rejected.
I stand not alone or with an army
I spin for the thrill of the capture,
The rewards are in the center,
But I still do my part,
My echo’s will be heard through the speakers of speakers in the center of the hive,
There is no buzz for me,
But my sight is my gift,
Not my sound