VoicesA Poem by BaneThese voices that I always hear They tell me lies in my ears My every thought, a second guess A scratched out answer on a test What is right Or what is wrong Like the lyrics for a song I fight myself for my own voice As they govern every choice I pull at iron bars unseen And only silence when I scream I fight myself just to think Like a insect drowning in the sink There is no win There is no lose No correct path to choose I hate myself I have no choice I have to appease every voice I dig their holes and occupy Watch my dreams slipping by I can’t climb out So here I lay Waiting for another day Will it bring warm sun shine Or perhaps a rope for me to climb To leave this hole that I call home To leave the voices and be alone All I want is my own mind To leave the voices far behind I could run and only find They’d be waiting for me in time That I cannot escape their sounds Nor bury them deep underground They are me And I am them My ruthless enemy My only friend © 2013 Bane |
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Added on February 18, 2013 Last Updated on February 18, 2013 Tags: depression, voices, internal conflict, pyschosis AuthorBaneJacksonville, FLAboutI used to write a lot in high school, short stories, poems, etc, and fell out of it for a number of years. Recently started writing poetry again and I'm looking for opinions on my new work. more..Writing
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