Little Voices - a Poet's Lament
Little voices … in my head
Telling me - “Go back to bed!”
“This crazy world is better off without you!”
Little voices … in my head
Warning me with what they said
“Don’t you know that everybody doubts you?”
I hear them whisper in the gloom
As night hangs heavy in my room
When I’m alone and in my own seclusion
Sometimes it makes me laugh out loud
Despite objections from this crowd
Of ne’re-do-wells who live … in my … delusion
I AM THE MASTER OF THIS MIND!
(No matter what the doctors find!)
Despite each daunting, dismal diagnosis
Their therapies are just a way
To while away another day
In this peculiar, paranoid psychosis
But if you think my story’s sad
I must admit – It’s not that bad
For life is not about well-being only
Those little voices carry on
When everybody else is gone
And, bless their souls, at least I’m never lonely!
Copyright © Brian Densham | Year Posted 2018
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment