I hear voices
In my dreams
And when I wake
Voices soft
And voices still
Voices laughing
Voices shrill
I hold out my hands
To have but a touch
Of voices on surround
But as I do
The voices fade
Into darkness
Leaving me
On my own
Alone
I hear voices
In my dreams
And when I wake
Voices soft
And voices still
Voices laughing
Voices shrill
I hold out my hands
To have but a touch
Of voices on surround
But as I do
The voices fade
Into darkness
Leaving me
On my own
Alone
Poems and Petals 
Oh these voices… I’m sure they’ll haunt me for quite some time now!
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Reblogged this on John Cowgill's Literature Site.
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Thank you for the reblog, John!
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You are very graciously welcome.
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