Voices

It’s like having an amnesiac conscience some days

So many voices pulling in too many directions

And each one has an answer for my unasked question

The invisible tethers tugging towards unseen doors

Just because they claim to see the clockwork turning

Right behind my eyes

 

Yes the guiding voice has been drinking again

Hence the current change in modus operandi

 

So the chorus overwhelms

While my conscience passes out

And the array of doors ahead

All swing open in unison

 

The speaker overhead crackles to life

As a bored voice mutters

‘This is an unacceptable place to loiter

You must make a decision now

Or one will be made for you

Thank you for your attention

And your use of the public notification system’

 

I wait for the slurred obscenity

That my intoxicated cricket is bound to utter

But for once there’s nothing

Silence from all sides

And a joyous moment to think

 

I look for some answer

A bright glaring fix to the entire scenario

But nothing shows up

So I’m taking

A shot in the dark

12/27/2012

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Ah! That opening line is incredibly stunning. So is the piece that follows. I'd say it was a fascinating tryst with introspection. The closing is beautifully inspiring and interesting and somewhat humourous too. I personally think that when it's dark, we shouldn't stop shooting--metaphorical shooting is a prerequisite for internal transformation and evolution. Excellent work, K. A true treat! :)