Voices Come Calling

In the heart, I find all that I will
to find the will to keep crying.
I am here for a time to still myself,
and to be here for the voices in my head.

I am lost sometimes and I keep my head still
as time gets lost and the days rumble on.
I find remorse in the lost days of youth
of a time where being lost is being found.

I hear the voices rumble about in my head
and to find them in me is reassuring.
I am restless to abound, to find, a mess
inside of me.