Threatening Whispers

I try so hard not to listen, Yet still I hear their voices, mocking. A constant stream of threatening whispers, My sanity was surely rocking. They told me folk were out to get me, They told me that I might be dying. Should I stay or should I flee, I cowered in the corner, crying. I locked the doors, pulled the blinds, Took some pills and went to bed. Sleep though was not forthcoming, Too much chatter in my head. There are days when they are silent, I pray to God that they have gone. Just as my mind begins to rest, Back they come, to babble on. Entry for Voices.... Poetry Contest Sponsored by Silent One. 2/12/18. Placed =2nd.