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Voices In My Head

Suddenly a voice appears
I hear it in my mind,
within my head not in my ears
not of the normal kind.

But it is clear as any voice
as far as I can tell
and speaks within my inner self
of things I have to tell.

But making others listen
is a task I have to bear,
for it's me who is the medium 
and their words I have to share.

As feelings, thoughts and pictures
mix with words within my mind
I know to whom they’re speaking
and the one I have to find.

So I then bring through the person
whose earthly life has past
to the friend who really miss them
since their body breathed its last.

Bringing very personal memories
to confirm they are their friend
with several words of comfort
 to prove death is not the end.

When their meeting’s finally over
I know both have been set free
from the sharpest edge of grieving
for the friend they'd never see.

Whichever's your religion
or whatever your belief
it's not knowing if death's final
that intensifies your grief.

But when a friend who knows you
gives you proof death's not the end
you'll then know life's just a journey
for you’ve shared it with your friend.

But I am just the medium
who hears voices in my head,
the proof and understanding
you'll get only from the 'dead'.

Ivor G Davies
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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