Voices

There are voices locked inside my mind,

each one in a different room

Untill the door is opened wide,

swept out with a figurative broom

When they speak, begin to unwind

each with a different tune

No, they're never satisfied

each represents a personal ruin

Hurt, pain, love lost

in their languages I am fluent

Those who have left me alone and lost,

here one day, then absent like a truant

 

Keep em locked up, keep em silent

They want me riled up, start a riot

If there's nobody to keep em quiet

I just might have to get violent

 

They tell me things that I don't want to hear

They say you're a loser, well losing had my share

but when they tell me that she never cared

Makes me want to shout, but my voice can't execute

My mind is left to be swept

and my point rendered moot

I try to block it out but the pain is too acute

Wish that I could end this

make my mind go mute

 

Keep em locked up, keep em quiet

They want me riled up, start a riot

If there's nobody to keep em silent

I just might have to get violent

 

They ask me question after question

my interrogator is my own intuition

performing my personal inquisition

I hate to put myself in this position

I don't always believe in superstitions

but I got to step up, and take control of this one

Chase em back where they came

Hear the voices run

 

Keep em locked up, keep em quiet

They want me riled up, start a riot

If there's nobody to keep em silent

I just might have to get violent

 

I got to step up and take control of this one

Chase em back where they came

Hear the voices run

 

Reviews

[justjenn_2u]

"They ask me question after question
my interrogator is my own intuition"
These lines, the most powerful in the poem. The answer to the inner battle I can relate to so well.

I have always had a hard time trying to put how I feel when I am faced with these feelings. You penned these feelings perfectly in this poem. I don't think these words could have been said any better.

[Brandon Taylor-Black]

The voices...figments of our imagination, our conscience or our instincts...whatever they are, they exist...
Well done with this write.
We hear the voices, but 'Listening' to them, is a choice we make daily...
Bravo!

[Michael W. Farrelly]

Nice one. Sometimes though we need to poke the demons a little to provoke some energy, but somehow, sometimes, they seem so much stronger than we.