Voice's Inside My Ear

Imagining how I am and who I am...
that I live out here on the edge.
Sitting, wondering, reminiscing...
along the skeleton bones upon this bridge.
Is it the nature of my vice...
or this dark self-imposed isolation?

The paradox of what I'm hearing...
as this isolation bears heavy upon my skin.
For unless I share my soul...
there's nothing but dust in what I conquer.

Trapped, tormented, torn...
Yet from each sites along these rigged ribs I sit...
the voices of comfort, support and love withstand.
as a song becomes my anthem-so into this isolation...
A warm voice; ''We know, we understand... we’re here''
Damn... the Voice's Inside My Ear.