Just turn them OFF.
The voices in my head.
whispering
muttering
teasing
gasping
Screaming.
STOP.
Everything pales in comparison.
Even the sun.
nothing is real but the voices
Vibrant
ALIVE.
They speak.
I listen.
They command.
and it is a viable course of action
a necessity
I follow.
I obey.
NO.
why can't you just leave me
ALONE.
burn every bridge behind you
let the flames lick me like so much
warmth and love
until i can be warm forever
until i can fly as ashes in the wind
because you make me feel so
COLD
when you tell me what i need
what i want
what i have to
KILL.
The layout adds to the dilemma..are the voices good or bad..should they be obeyed..if it doesn't sound like you (the real you) don't be listening! Jae
ReplyDeleteScary thoughts, I hope it isn't you and you are just using poetic license to express these things. If you are, it works.
ReplyDeleteOh boy scary thoughts.This person really needs help. well done the way you wrote it.
ReplyDeleteLet's hope this is a nightmare...not that would be too pleasant either. Although this is a one off post I expect your readers will be itching for answers or a resolution to the horror you have created.
ReplyDeleteThe way this was set out really added to 'the voices', disturbingly good! :o)
ReplyDeleteWow! What a powerful, scary poem. Great use of that prompt!
ReplyDeleteMadeleine Begun Kane
oooo...scary...like how the poem is built
ReplyDeleteto a mad climax.
Kinda overwhelming, this one!
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