Hearing A Voice

Hearing A Voice

A Poem by Me

If a voice is heard and opens me up
to wandering like a nightmare disappeared;
Than I will know the emptiness of the cup
that glows like failure from my inner tears.

It seems this voice will have me grow bitter
with the travelled roads I must complete.
Inside I might feel the coldness and shiver,
but outside I will not display the defeat.

It's no good pretending it cuts like a knife,
for if so this only indicates surrender to fear.
Best to stay on track and handle the strife,
letting the memories I love staying clear.

I tend to walk down roads quite blindly,
ignoring the signposts that might be a way;
to carefully walk unburdened and  so see
that hope is truly a matter of games played.

So I shall learn to listen to my inner voice,
to see if it can lead me to hopeful creeds.
It's true, everything in life is up to choice,
and this reality is the hunger I should feed.

© 2011 Me


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wow
Love it :D I really like the third stanza :D

Posted 13 Years Ago


I love this very much. Following our inner voice and traveling whatever path of life it may lead us to. The second and third stanzas were simply put, amazing. Faking pain can sometimes lead to real pain, and the voice in our heads may turn us either sweet or bitter. Wonderful poem, keep up the amazing work!

Posted 13 Years Ago


well written! love it its brilliant

Posted 13 Years Ago


I like your inner voice Michael, I'd be very happy if you wrote in a more intense existential style.

Posted 13 Years Ago


nicely written!!! Learning, Living, and Loving....
great read!!

Posted 13 Years Ago


I love the last stanza very uplifting...a choice made to listen to your inner voice leading to hopeful thoughts. Excellent write!

Posted 13 Years Ago


"I tend to walk down roads quite blindly,
ignoring the signposts that might be a way;"
I like the quiet and rarely walked road too. Can find good people and hidden beauty. Good to think and do the right things. Like Mark Twain and Hemingway. The truth is needed. I like the ending to the excellent poem.
Coyote

Posted 13 Years Ago


Truly wonderful write. Loved it. The flow and spirit of the poem touched my heart.

Posted 13 Years Ago



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