Voices In My Head
Written: August 2nd, 2026 for a contest sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
Inspired by the Glenn Hughes song Voice in my Head
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When the night gathers myriad faces,
and ghost syllables trouble spirit,
remember firs sift darkness,
while moss mantles every stone.
Though your mind maps
fractured constellations,
moon follows milky white tones;
no mist mars its silver throne,
no sorrow seals the inner spring.
Some voices flourish in darkness,
some forge kingdoms from smoke,
yet forests speak older syntax:
fern hymns breathe under twigs,
owls pour solemn vows.
Hear streams smooth stubborn shale,
fox footsteps fade into silence,
folded fields await dawn's fire,
dawn unspools from frost to fire.
So do not war with thoughts,
not every echo is worthy of belief.
some leaves simply answer fall,
some rain rehearses mercy call.
May silence find you moss-warm,
shelter rather than bare halls
may feel soft and silky as you sleep
under aromatic mist veils, deep.
Beneath the fractured welkin,
your spirit guards its spring;
no winter masters rooted things,
no darkness drowns inward morning.
When nameless forms surround you,
let dawn answer with song through;
let courage rise through tremors,
and name what survives within.
Even beneath heaviest haze,
when sleep feels like betrayal,
when cyanide tunes turn inward
snakes were always scorched
became roots beneath your feet.
Their winding shadows hold you,
their darkened coils became anchors,
and fear learned how to root—
the roots that hold you f i r m.
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