Where Do They Come From?A Poem by TBlossomThe mind can be your happy place or the Devil's playground.Did you hear that? Oh, just me? The voices, the sounds, the onset of fear, angst and worry? Where do they come from? Through my eyes as I observe the world? Television's "subliminals"? Is it through my ears as I listen to the lyrics from a sad song? Words from a troubled soul? How do I break free? I cannot run, I cannot shut them out. The screams grow louder, closer, scarier at night. The thoughts manifest into my dreams, turning them into nightmares!! How does no one else hear them but me?! Why do they taunt me?! Distress in my thoughts and emotions. How can I stand alongside any of my fellow men or women when I do not feel whole ? As one of them? What am I to do? Where am I to go to break free? I need an embodiment of normalcy again.
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Added on June 15, 2017 Last Updated on June 15, 2017 Tags: voices in my head, spirits, cry for help, darkness, dark soul, confusion, suspense, fear AuthorTBlossomHouston, TXAboutHave been searching for my voice, my muse.I found it to be quite dark. Trying my hand out at poetry, I believe it to be yet another outlet for the soul. I am glad to have embraced it sooner than later.. more..Writing
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