As echoes of voices resound in my head
My eyes, they then strain as I tumble from bed
So loud is the nonsense that’s calling me on
As I listen to voices speaking right and some wrong
My response becomes louder as I shriek with each sound
For so many, many voices are there to be found
Each one is quite distinct in its very own way
But, with one thing in common, they have something to say
The more that I listen, the less that I know
As they all pull me downward, so down I must go
My descent to the unknown, a spiraling fear
With hopes that when fallen, there’s nothing to hear
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Michael (Pseudonym) (
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Wow!!! Exquisite! Aren't we all being pulled to different directions? It can be overwhelming. Sometimes it's ok to tune it all out. But, at the end of the day, we must face the music!!! Fear and all, hoping for the best! Thank you for sharing!!
The battlefield of the mind?
I love the wonderful rhyming scheme of this poem as I read aloud. Each step, in it's transition into madness falls seamlessly into place. What a wonder is the mind, as you have so eloquently written.
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