The Voices

Another old one, and I just want to let you know I can't get the actual form of the poem to show right here on the site :(

 

Dealing with the pain

is better when you have the blade.

The soft touch of steel

against flesh reminds us

of the everyday stress, how

nothing else seems to relieve the

screaming voices inside our heads.

The sight of crimson makes the voices

happy, no longer screaming,

no longer waiting, no longer wanting

us to mutilate ourselves for

the moment.

They never stop until they

get what they want. They

always come back, sometimes

within seconds they're screaming

again. Suggesting us to cut deeper,

cut longer and harder. To make the river

of crimson run faster and further away

from us. To draw the darkest crimson

we can muster.

Sometimes we wonder if there's

another way to silence the voices,

make them want something else,

something that's not steel against

the flesh, not want the crimson

river they're always

begging for.

Reviews

[Sarah Redigan]

I read this about 5 times before i could muster up the courage to write something. I really dig your style, its very dark but true so true. you say things most are afraid to even admitting to themselves. i have real tears falling down my eyes. this touched a piece of my soul. thank you for writing it!

[Coyote Poetry]

Sometime pain make us feel alive. I didn't like to injury myself. Old fashion way of drinking and raising cane was my way. I like the story and the thoughts in the poem. Voices can lead us to bad and good places. First we must stop and listen. Thank you for the outstanding poetry.
Coyote