The Voices

the voices bitter voices, deep voices, dark voices, peppery voices in echoes and crescendos across the valleys and the hills voices from the dark voices from the spirits of those long gone voices of the living legends voices of the lamenting myths voices of free will o! what a world full of voices Loaded with memories of the uninvested pathos the sky is full of voices the deep seas are filled with voices the voices welling the world over and we the orphans are left but voiceless