The VoiceA Poem by Nickalas Cannon
I can hear it-
It calls my name- Morning to night- Never a break in between- I no longer sleep- My eyes are unshut- The voice can not be muted- Hushed- Speechless I scream at the heavens- Toss and turn- Crash to the floor and pray- Pray for it all to end- My hands take hold of my head- Trying to block the voice- It becomes louder- Calling for me- Calling continuously- I run- Run through the never ending woods- I drop in front of the grave- The grave of the one who is lost- My hand touches the stone- Gliding down on the engravings- Flowers bloom- Light shines down from above- I run to hold it- I must be in never-never land- No- This is paradise The place the voice brought me to- I was told- It can all end Only with a tear- © 2013 Nickalas Cannon |
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Added on August 17, 2013 Last Updated on August 17, 2013 Tags: Free Verse, poems, poetry, mystery AuthorNickalas CannonRocky Harbour, TX, CanadaAboutI turned 21 and I figured I should be able to express my feelings of poetry writing and blogging. I work with the elderly everyday which is demanding and yet very satisfying more..Writing
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