Voices


My head is a whirlwind of voices –
A myriad of pleas,
That call my name
And scream their lies,
And belch out their decrees.
The first one tells me what to do
In disagreement with ‘the other’.
The third one sides with number one
But the fourth goes with ‘the other’.
Then all at once, there is a brawl –
The turf’s inside my head;
And I’m held captive in my prison
By the voices in my head.

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