Voices
One Voice Two Voices 3 or more
Screaming, banging around
In my head wanting to be heard
I suffer I weep and beg them to stop
But they laugh and scream at
the hilarious thought.
I hold the cold metal gun to
my dome praying no one
comes home. I tell the
Voices today is your last.
As a pull the trigger and
wince at the blast... Darkness..
happiness...Oh me , Oh my
Peace at last now that I've died...
Whispering starts and then
Grows louder as I thought the voices
Gone.. but now but they return with Valor...
So here I am with these lovely voices in my
head... There is no peace even in death
Copyright © Latrinidy Smith-Jones | Year Posted 2016
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