Voices

I am most proud of this one so far. It really just came to me. A few revisions were made from the original and this is the final copy.

It is only when I am alone that the voices reach out and touch me

When the lights are off, and the silence surrounds me they point

Touching, grabbing, scratching, burning, crying, clawing, screaming

They fill my head with vicious, filthy lies

They say I am worthless and vile and not worth the effort

They tell me to go, to jump, to cease to breathe, to finally push too hard on the blade that I hold so dear

And I almost do

My feet are one step from flying, my vein one slice from bursting

But then the lights come on and the voices stop and I know that at least for now,

I am free.

Author's Note

Enjoy

Reviews

[Glen Yumang Manese]

The lines are crisp in this one...you weave through the words fast...and the ending captures the moment:

But then the lights come on and the voices stop and I know that at least for now,
I am free.

[Music For The Wounded Soul]

Thank you very much. Glad to hear you enjoyed.

[Glen Yumang Manese]

You're welcome...good to read you...