A Few Dumb Poems

Borderline Schizophrenia?

The voices in my head,

Whisper, they do not

Only, never, do they stop,

I learned they thrive in failure's wake,

And perish that of joy,

Should I live with them?

I may end up like Ozzy,

And his train,

Or should I end them?

Becoming a drone,

Living in the outside world,

Neither is the better choice,

Might it be,

I grew to love the voices' bitter sound?

That they are me,

As I am them. . .