Susan Banks Poet Narrative

The Voices

The voices continue their menacing chatter
despite my fierce resistance –
unrelenting and merciless,
commanding my full attention and
trying to consume my every thought.

Their noisy banter overpowers my attempts
to ignore the ominous words – 
words that are evil and demeaning,
words that will drag you down to the depths of despair.

They try to dominate and control my every move.
I beg them to stop,
to leave me alone and
let me regroup and collect my thoughts.

Their response, however, was mere laughter –
sinister laughter along with insults and threats.

Disheartened and hopeless, I begin to realize 
the feebleness of my attempts to quiet the voices.
It is now so obvious they have no intentions
of granting me some peace – even for a moment.

In fact, they plan to intensify their attack –
to once and for all quickly accomplish their goal –
their goal of rendering me hopeless and helpless – 
incapable of having any control over my thoughts and feelings.

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