Monday, 14 January 2013

Voices






They whisper...


They will not be ignored.

They linger in the fog of doubt,

Taunting my fears and uncertainty.

They will not be silenced.

They slice, like a blade

In my mind.



I feel them

Behind my eyes:

Laughter hot as my tears;

Derision bitter as the bile on my tongue.

They sing to me sometimes at night:

Not lullabies;

Not kind.


Teasing

Behind my eyes.

Just daring me to cut them out…



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