voices

 

Voices in my head like voices in a mall.

Talking about dieing and lying, i try to ignore them.

Talking about killing and beating, i think of something else.

Talking about betraying, i am betrayed.

Talking about punishing, i realise that i cant.

Talking about being something i cant, i forget.

Talking about leaving and restarting, i dont, for i dont have the courage to leave.

Talking about darkness and letting go, i dont for i do not dare.

Temptations of drugs linger in my mind like a stalker lingers behind.

Temptations of alcohol teasing me wanting me to try and become an addict.

Temptations of killing wanting me to kill wanting me to let me anger be known.

Temptations of punishing the punisher taunting me throughout the night and days of my life.

Temptations of being something im not torturing my mind.

 

Reviews

[Aly Sky]

I agree! The repetitions are magnificent! It makes the poem flow like a river. Your use of words are great too! Keep up the good work!

[Constance]

I like the way that you used the repetitions to make the poem flow and catch the attention. I also like the honesty I see here, and I can certainly remember when I was younger, the outcast, the rebel, and I had all of those same feelings I wrote in a battered notebook... (didn't have a computer because I was too poor, and they weren't cheap ten years ago.) I'm still writing, and I certainly hope you keep writing as well. It's very cleansing to just let it all out, and I'm thankful that you shared.

[Tony]

Excellent job of summing up the frustrations most of us experience at least part of the time.
Nice rhythm and use of words that conjure the desired image.
Good work here.