VoicesA Poem by Sean EddingfieldPosession and unrest...Blood and tears spit and bile... that I should walk this hellish mile. Demons and angels known and not gather here and thicken the plot. Crowded and noisy cluttered and dead these voices gather inside my head. Screaming, crying, moaning, cursing, scratching, biting, lying, searching, laughing, loving, whispering, dying, killing, retching, crawling, flying, yelling, mumbling, spitting, fuming, knowing, guessing, telling, assuming, commanding, fortelling, swearing, concealing, touching, numbing, compelling, feeling. All this they do... all this and more. It's why I writhe here on the floor. No silence here inside my head, no rest when it is time for bed. One screams yes. One whispers no. One eats fire and spits out snow. One says kill thru gritted teeth. One says hush from far beneath. One says hate and one says death into my nostrils sour breath. They talk so loud and all together, screaming in pain moaning with pleasure. Until it all becomes a roar... I don't think I can take much more. So take me away and drug my brain and label me indeed insane. A herd of swine could not contain their number swells inside my brain. Where is my Christ to ask my name? Ask me again, I'll tell you the same... silver for dime and copper for penny... Call me Legion for we are many. © 2009 Sean EddingfieldAuthor's Note
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Added on April 24, 2009Last Updated on April 24, 2009 AuthorSean EddingfieldOKAboutTowering heights and abysmal depths and a litte of the life in between... but mostly... mosty... of what I speak is of those who are unseen... But save some fear to hold onto... you can't see them, b.. more..Writing
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