Voices

Voices

A Poem by Emo_Cat




Every so often at night,

as  I lay in my bed

Alone, the voices

start  talking in my head.

Think of me mad,

But they fancy me dead.


These voices are unique,

All one of a kind.

And every single one of them,

wrapped up in my mind.

But they cloud my senses,

And make me blind.


I don’t know when they started,

Or where they came from.

But they toy with my mind,

As if it were a toy.

Thinking of it now,

Am I the one to blame?


I listen to them telling me

Things like right from wrong.

I used to ignore them,

But the voices are far too strong.

Think of me mad,

But they’ve been here all along.


For I am the voices,

And the voices am I.

Created by me,

To give a me reason why.

Like an imaginary friend,

But one that gone away.

What used to be part of me,

Simply turned too sly.

Nobody can help me,

There’s no one to rely

On but the voices.

Who have done nothing but imply,

That they fancy nothing more,

Than for me to die.


So as the night roars nearer,

And the loneliness creeps in,

The voices start talking to me,

Again and again.

Soon, one of these nights,

I don’t know when,

The voices in my mind,

Will eventually win.

My room therein,

Would lie a lonely girl,

Who only once had been.



© 2018 Emo_Cat



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I can understand where you're coming from here. In many ways, despite these voices telling you to be dead, they're the ones keeping you alive by talking to you and since the voices are plural you have multiple conversations with yourself happening at once. It's your mind trying desperately survive even as you feel its destroying you. Strange what the human body is capable of in survival mode.
The rhymes in this poem, as always, are smooth and flawless in description and conveying what you're feeling. Very powerful poem and very powerful words. I'm a bit of a conversationalist so I apologize if you're growing tired of my paragraph reviews but nevertheless its just my way of sharing thank you for sharing.

Posted 4 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Lavi

4 Months Ago

*saying thank you for sharing*



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Like your dark stuff.
How many times have you heard the phrase?
The voice in my head told me to do it.
Usually, that voice wakes me up at 4 a.m, telling me about a great poem it has for me.

Posted 4 Months Ago


I can understand where you're coming from here. In many ways, despite these voices telling you to be dead, they're the ones keeping you alive by talking to you and since the voices are plural you have multiple conversations with yourself happening at once. It's your mind trying desperately survive even as you feel its destroying you. Strange what the human body is capable of in survival mode.
The rhymes in this poem, as always, are smooth and flawless in description and conveying what you're feeling. Very powerful poem and very powerful words. I'm a bit of a conversationalist so I apologize if you're growing tired of my paragraph reviews but nevertheless its just my way of sharing thank you for sharing.

Posted 4 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Lavi

4 Months Ago

*saying thank you for sharing*
Wow, I like this, full of imagery. Muchly enjoyed

Posted 4 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This is so haunting. I love the structure and the rhyme scheme. The pattern of it, and juts the raw realness. This is wicked f*****g cool. I understand completely the feeling of the poem.

Posted 5 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

just as long you don't let those voices talk into doing things out of the normal you should be fine. lol
Very nicely put together and wonderful rhyme scheme

Posted 5 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

WOW!!
SO ever so powerful and deep,
I like the flow and rhyme scheme.
You have talent, keep writing always.

Posted 5 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

"Think of me mad, But they fancy me dead." loved that line! Loved your use of rhyming and the structure of your work, it was really great and made the poem flow so well. As soon as I saw the title I kind of suspected what this was going to be about, but did not expect it to be executed to well as you have done. I really enjoyed reading this, you should be proud of it.

Posted 5 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Very often we find ourselves wrapped in our head communicating with beings that aren't there. Yet, they are there. These beings are us, but more so, they are what we want. Our darkest desires that play out in our head bringing us closer to the bottom. A lot of us fight to stay afloat while some of us embrace the fall. This was well written and brings to mind a few songs that can definitely relate to this. Thank you for sharing it.

Posted 6 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Those voices that interrupt our sleep. Make us know a madness of a sort. I had to learn to meditate. The poem told a common tale for many. Always a pleasure to read your work.
Coyote

Posted 6 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Emo_Cat

6 Months Ago

Thank-you Coyote.
Coyote Poetry

6 Months Ago

You are welcome my friend.

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