Absence of Voices
I fear the silence in my head
The voices that no longer speak to me
Whispers that stop echoing from ear to ear
Could it all be a grand conspiracy?
Somehow I’ve been shut out
Set apart, excluded from the rest
Is there an illustrious scheme to drive me mad
Or is it all to put my spirit to the test?
I hear music, I hear people
I hear birds, I hear spring
No more inner dialogue about
The inner workings and the root of every thing
I cannot live this way, this quietness
It drives me absolutely insane
Without the voices I’ll go completely mad
No constant humming in my brain
To just be left in one world alone
No companions to share my lonely ride
Makes all this seem flat and without meaning
I want to run, curl up and hide
I’ll give it some more time
Perhaps it’s just a phase or stubborn start
This silence to me, is deafening
Like a dagger through my heart.
Erin LeFey 2011 All Rights Reserved
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