Voices

~VOICES

A mighty rushing wind
is in my head today.
A wind of voices
from people waiting to be fed.

Impatiently they are waiting
for their share
of what is not mine,
the precious commodity of time.

There’s no use in trying
to stop their tortured cries.
They must have me listen
or else they will die.

My heart races
when I hear their fitful moans.
My voices
that don’t want to be alone.

Hurry!
pick up the phone,
answer their calls,
Just one more and we’ll leave you alone.”

No peace do they offer.
Only despairing sounds
of nagging songs that they sing
all the day long.

I am on their treadmill
talking to myself,
and trying not to listen
to anybody else.

One day I find
that all the noisy voices are one.
A mighty chorus
of angels praying.

“Listen, Listen,
to our song,
give us this moment.”
“We won’t be long.”

I can’t stand
their constant bleating.
Their never ending cries
leave me seething.

But I have heard these
voices from somewhere before.
From where though 
I can’t be sure.

Many are these tinkling cymbals
yet they sound as one.
One among many.
One alone.

Familiar yes indeed
is the catchy voice.
The voice from the voices that are
melting into one.

With sudden recognition
my voices are set free
as I realize that the voices in my head
are me.

Many voices. Many  songs.
But in reality
one voice with many songs.
I am their singer.

So all this time that I have listened
to a hellish choir.
It was me that
was tormenting me, myself and I.