They ride in on the edge of a hurricane Thunder in through my left ear Crash land directly into the centre of my brain And before the steam has had a chance to dissapate
They erupt Take over entirely
My hands start to fidget My toes tap My eyes restlessly seek, while my focus narrows
Drawing me towards where I need to be Shaping my days Filling my movement with purpose and poise
Your words drew me in, a nice piece of descriptive free verse. Your final stanza "Demanding to be heard", is intrusive. Ignore them. Disregard what they are saying.
That's the nature of them there voices.. listen by all means, ride em if necessary but dont ever do as they tell ya.... take my word for it..... initially intriguing and by the second stanza, compelling.... Cheers, Neville