Halfway through December,
a voice rings in my head,
a voice that I can't remember,
filling my head, as I pass out on my bed.
I do not remember,
the words spoken,
for the memory of that voice,
is somewhat broken.
Yet I do know,
that the voice was soft,
and as I remember,
it was sweet too.
That voice visits me,
when winter's at its peak,
and I on a low -
it stays, unwilling to go.
This voice is charming,
charismatic, it's appealing,
sending me to depths of thoughts,
evoking a mystical feeling.
This voice,
and its companion mystical feeling,
seem to make me stronger,
like I'm healing.
That's all that can be written,
of this voice,
for to wholly describe it nothing would suffice;
its echoes, a treasure to rejoice.
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Just Some Crazy Poems
Şiir[HIGHEST RANKED at #60 05/07/2017] These are my musings through the past one year expressed in words I couldn't so much as utter from my lips. A tale of love, wonder, despair, depression and much more. Read on and enjoy the insanity.
