Greg Gaul Poet Rhyme

Voices, Voices

I am the tiny voice in your head
I have no thoughts where I have tread
Nor accounts for what I've said

I lay deep down and stay there tight
But always far from your sole sight
Mostly heard in the late of night

I sound like you, that I do know
Hidden within, wherever you go
When you're afraid, then I show

Really listen, you'll be fine
Inside I lie where there's no time
There's no real reason, nor no rhyme

From worried whispers, turn instead
You feel the fears and dare the dread
Hope for escape when you are...

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Andrea Dietrich November 23, 2020 at 10:00 AM the voice in one's head. This is interesting. If we really stop and think, do we actually "hear" our voice in our head? I think mine does not really sound like me. Greg Gaul November 23, 2020 at 11:49 AM Andrea, thanks so much for your visit and comment. It's so interesting that you don't think it's your own voice in your head. Thinking and mulling that over, if I had the same feeling, I'm pretty sure the one in my head would sound like Donald Duck! Be well.