Voice

Voice

A Poem by Friks
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Strange. It does not make much sense untill the last word. Then you think...

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Talk to me!

... I am a voice...

You have heard me speak.
You know my tone.
You have my thoughts, spoken into your own...

Save for me! No one knows your thought.

I speak in you. When I speak it is you...

Life has strange a way. But as I am, no stranger you can find...

I am a thought...

I am a request for laughter!

You shake your head.. It won't help. I remain here even after! Hahaha...

You know me... For I am me. You are you, I am I...

Save for last the thought!
...It's a spoken word that follows.

I shake my head: Not true, I don't have one.

For I am you...

© 2010 Friks


Author's Note

Friks
This one has a bit of a mental twist. See if you can catch it. If not, let me know what you think, do so either way.

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it's wanting to say something, but you wouldn't dare, don't have the guts to, perhaps.
or thinking that your opinion doesn't matter.

I like a good puzzle.

Posted 14 Years Ago



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Added on June 2, 2010
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Friks
Friks

Pretoria, Gauteng, South Africa



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