Voices

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A whisper is heard,

I turn around,

I stop to think,

What is that sound?



It is so faint,

That I begin to ponder,

Is it really there?

But my mind starts to wander,



A thought is hanging,

In the back of my mind,

I’ve heard it before,

Of only I could find…



It all seems familiar,

Like it’s happened before,

De-ja-vu,

I’m so unsure,



A faint little tingling,

A gentle tug,

Something is happening,

Why does this voice sound so smug?



It’s growing louder,

And beginning to scream,

I don’t think I can take this,

I wish it were a dream,



There are two voices now,

Both screaming at me,

I can’t seem to control them,

How can this be?



My feelings are split,

Anger and sadness,

They’re both so intense,

These voices are madness,



I just want to scream,

And let my rage out,

But I also long to cry,

What is this about?



It shakes me to the core,

The things that they say,

I know they are true,

But please go away,



The voices are lessening,

But I still feel the strain,

It is so confusing,

Why is there pain?



They are fading away,

Now they’re finally gone,

My mind is so peaceful,

But the silence feels wrong,



The voices still come,

But there’s nothing to do,

Except listen in silence,

And think about you.



~Dedicated to Jared M. Epler~

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Brenda Cavallaro's picture

beautifuly wrriten, and it seemed that you wrriten this without any effort. Yet it's wonderful. Good job! ^.^