The Voice of Memory

'The Voice of Memory' Sometimes, When I am in absolute silence... I can hear a voice calling to me, A memory within the realm of my enigma... Friend, Or Foe...... With distortion of thought turning endless, Im left in question Of why.... Is it merely a dream taking place as I hear these cries, Am I insane, a mind gone to the point of no return, Again, I hear in the distance.... A pleading echo of thought once replaced.... Will I listen to such uncertainty, The unknown... Like, Words of soothing vibration that cannot be traced alone, My heart begins to beat rapid, and thus race.... Still, I remember your face.... Not like that of features, But a presence felt in memory...... Of a loving ideal turned enemy!