The Voice

The Voice

A Poem by SouthernBelle

I lay awake

thinking of all we shared

and start to cry

 

I start hearing a voice

saying "come to me"

should I follow?

 

The voice

gets louder and louder

telling me to come

 

I walk outside

into the dark

and follow the voice

 

It sounds inviting

warm and safe

I'm in a trance

 

I can't help but to follow

walking across the roads

through fields

 

I can finally see

where I'm at

I look around

 

I see nothing

near and far

I start to worry

 

I begin to think

I know I heard

that voice

 

I'm not crazy

it told me

to follow

 

I start to walk around

then I see someone

I walk backwards... slowly

 

The figure turns around

I start to run

and then I fall

 

I turn over

it's right on top of me

I can not breath

 

I'm frozen in fear

afraid to move

scared to make a sound

 

I look around

scared and confused

no one's talking

 

I push it off

I run again

I turn around to see it

 

It's no where in sight

I turn around

and I run into you

 

I start to cry

you hold me tight

you have me now.. I'm safe

 

I still here the voice

you look and see the figure

pick me up and start to leave

 

Thanks to you

I have a safe haven

I am safe

 

You take me home

we left the voice behind

it's gone forever

 

Now your mine

and here to protect me

and keep me safe

© 2012 SouthernBelle


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three words. I LOVE THIS! it's like, something scares you, and that one person is the only thing that can make you feel freed from it. very excellent write!!
-Chesney Chey(:

Posted 12 Years Ago



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SouthernBelle
SouthernBelle

One Horse Town, AL



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