Forsaken Voices
I hear the utter in my mind with comfort and ease,
but will my insanity find that these voices could cease?
There’s the noise and confusion, unrested and weary,
I may never recover from this or begin to think clearly
Sometimes I still hear fear’s pronunciation in the breeze.
For all the times I remember how I used to be secure
there are just as many hard times I’ve had to endure.
When all was well for maybe one day I was confident,
that was the day when my mania was so evident.
I find that in this state of mind there is too much allure.
So I take my thoughts to bed with me and get a headache,
wondering if tomorrow these voices were just God’s mistake.
I know deep down I need the silence to free the uproar,
the quiet that I long for has been exchanged for abhor.
My mind is weak and frail with voices created to forsake.
Voices.... Contest
Silent One
December 3, 2018
Copyright © Lu Loo | Year Posted 2018
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