Voices are all I hear.
Everywhere i go, they are there.
Its all I hear.
Deep in despair.
Glaring memories follow me.
Turning my skin,
burning the thin
lifeline.
Ground under my feet, blown by land mine.
In earths depths, my demons are.
Loud voices calling.
Their knives made my scar;
now Im falling.
Disgusting and despicable,
is all I hear.
Ugly and unpopular,
down my cheek rolls a tear.
Silence is all I hear.
Only my voice there,
Im no longer in despair.
Mind in good care.
In earths depths, flowers grow.
Shining in the midnight glow.
In unique colors of pink;
not a stain of inc.
Loved and likable,
is all I hear.
Fabulous and fantastic,
down my cheek, rolls no tear.
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Vocies
PoetryWhich vocies are you listening to? Are you listening to the voice of our society? Your parents, friends, enemies? Or your own? This poem is about the contrast between the vocies we have in our lives. It shows the difference between our own vocie and...
