Chandra Hart Poet I do not know?

Condemning Voices

Why is it I sit here and question what I could have done when people tell me 
there is nothing.  Maybe it's because there is something inside of me screaming 
that I am partly to blame.  I try to drown out the voice inside telling me I could have 
done something but it only grows louder.  I continue to try and block the 
condemning screams.  I try to block them out with anything, laughter, sleeping, 
running until my body is weary but I constantly hear the dull roar of the accusing 
voices.  I was young, but not so young I shouldn't have picked up on clues.  I was 
old enough to pick up on clues, but not old enough to put them together.  I start to 
come to a place where I accept that there is nothing I could have done, the voices 
start to fade.  Then I begin to think about it all and the condemning voice is back 
again yelling louder than ever before, but yet so silent no one can hear.

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