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voices
I hold tight to my little world
The spinning of the thoughts
I can not see in this darkness
I can hear the voices of many
The voice of my dry tears
The voice of my child hood night terrors
The voice of alone, it has to be this way
The voice of all I can remember
The voice of all I know
I hold on to the security of my voices
They know, they have always known
They are me, for all my time I have had my voices
Around and around we go voices voices voices voices
The spinning of the thoughts
I can not see in this darkness
I can hear the voices of many
The voice of my dry tears
The voice of my child hood night terrors
The voice of alone, it has to be this way
The voice of all I can remember
The voice of all I know
I hold on to the security of my voices
They know, they have always known
They are me, for all my time I have had my voices
Around and around we go voices voices voices voices
Published 10th Jul 2013
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27th Jul 2013 3:05pm
AH. The voices. Many hear them in many ways. Our own inner thoughts in turmoil. Let them speak out on this forum. Sometimes the only people that caN HEAR US IS A ROOM FULL OF STRANGERS. OOPS. caplock. Keep on, keeping on the good fight. That's what you are doing here. Fighting the good fight.
20th Apr 2014 10:21pm
Fighting, even a good one????! No, I write as my mind remembers and type. I am hoping in some way - some how my writings can give hope to survive.
14th Aug 2013 00:21am
Great poem. I know the voices all too well. I'm glad to see you writing again dear :)
