Little Voice......

P.H.Rose

                        Little voice

Within this protective dome of brain and bone,
       Sit two voices, I cannot call my own.
       From the age of six you both arrived,
In the attics dark cupboard, the usual place I'd hide.
First said, don't worry I'll protect you from this evil one,
Do as I say and we will be joined together long.
Another voice, one of reason, sat talking by my side,
Listen to what I say, your happiness will along ride.
For near a half century these voices talked for all the day,
only when in the arms of morpheus did their noise away.
Removing confidence with words of a derogatory nature,
When trying to progress and not leave the tasks till later.
You tell me I cannot write, you tell me I cannot draw,
you cannot dance, you cannot sing for all this world and more.
Each day the same, I thought no rest from you, I will ever gain,
Even when hitting my head against the wall, you still remained.
               Why did I do such a stupid thing,
               Why did I listen to its lies within.
               Selfishness sees a kindred spirit,
             Together joined they have no limit.
              A new born's cry broke this chain,
               Forever in his love I will remain.
               The voices are still here within
      I pay them no mind for life is not without its sin..

  • Author: P.H.Rose (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 30th, 2017 18:58
  • Comment from author about the poem: on the night my step father raped me I hid in the attic of our house, In the dark voices came to me, Mostly inside my head but sometime To my ears. They have been here Ever since.. Before my second Grandson was born I listened To them when I did wrong, Encouraging me, women,drink And fighting the world.. From the second I saw My grandson I knew I had To stop all my bad ways And become a better, father, Grandfather and a better man. I held him and made a promise I would love and protect him And my family and make them All proud of me instead of Being ashamed... My second grandson is called Phoenix... The voices I hear now read Me poetry.....I write it down..
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  • Michael Edwards

    So sad and makes one realise there is always hope in a sinful world. So well expressed PH

  • WriteBeLight

    I am so sorry that his happened to you. However, you express what you were going through at this horrible time with poise and a poignant spirit.



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