Names circle around me
fluttering in my brain.
They’re as vast as I can see
and yet they still cause me pain.
As far as I know,
these names are as old as time
and they won’t let me go
my mind is no longer mine
They yell and yell and yell
I can never make them stop.
I think I am in hell,
I might take the drop
I feel as if I keep
a billion people in my mind.
They won’t let me sleep
I am forever confined
To my living hell
and all its prisons
All I can do in my cell
is listen.
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Author:
marci (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This is a reoccurring issue in my life. It’s pretty personal, so I’m sorry if it weirds you out.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
Sometimes the voices say helpful things. Most of the time they don't, though. Enjoyable read.
Thank you! I’m a paranoid, so they’re mostly bad for me. This is usually how I cope
Not a bad way to do it. Poetry is good for both the mind and the body I think. It's like thinking in a different way.
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