My Jailer's Whisper

The voice in your head may be quiet and soft, but by no means are its chains weak.

From within myself I hear a voice,

One tinged with cold, yet not my own.

Away from myself it wishes to lead,

Away from love, away from home.

 

Although I know their distinction,

That they are separate yet within,

I allow them to isolate me further-

Abandoning my dreams, indulging my end.

 

Cause the voices tell me what to say

And I can’t hold back, I must obey-

Whispering stories of long ago,

Of my past, ones I wish I didn’t know

Yet within my mind they scream them,

Paralyzing fear, they make me numb

Though even when their voices I can’t hear,

They’re on my mind, I know they’re near.

Telling me secrets which only form a cage

Over my mind, their precious stage.

 

Though when I try to expel them,

Attempt to curb their everlasting appeal,

I cannot resist the temptation to return-

I must turn back, I will always kneel.

 

I cannot resist their silver tongue,

Though it poisons me with every word.

Won’t someone save me from their grasp-

Send me away where I am free at last.