Voices

This poem was written last year.

I hear them in the morning,

I hear them through out the day.

No matters where I go,

I hear them anyway.

 

Voice, voices,

Chanting my name.

They whisper to me,

"Ember as cold as

The winter day."

 

I hear them in the night,

I hear them in my dreams.

No matter where I go,

I hear them beyond the seems.

 

Voices, voices,

Screaming my name.

Shouting at me,

Ember as cold as

The winter day!"

 

I hear them in the hall,

I hear them at school.

No matter I go,

I hear them anyway.

 

Voices, voices,

Singing my name.

They sing to me,

"Ember as cold as

The winter day."

 

I hear them at home,

I hear them just about

Anywhere...No matter

Where I go,

I hear them anyway.

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[just is]

Wow this could easily be a song.
I enjoyed the rhymatic write.
Awesome writing!

[GirlWithAHeart.]

great! i like it(:

[EmoVampyrePoet]

Yeah, some of my poems do. ^_^ My friends, family, and teachers says it "part of my writing tslent".

[SuicidePact.]

Sounds like a song.