Poem -

Voices

This feeling has control.
Am I loosing my sanity?
I dont care about the things, like love and friends and vanity.

This unstoppable force, a fire deep within me.
consuming my thoughts.
What is this life and what can I be?

I am so many people, I can choose not to hear.
But what is a life to live when you have no doubts or fear.

I didnt choose to live this way, there is no other choice.
Screaming and struggling just to hear my own voice.

Is this reality? am I trapped in some hell?
for as long as I remember, I fell and fell and fell-deeper into myself.

Small doses of distraction, but im trapped inside my head.
I just want these words im writing,
to be read
to be said
long after I am dead.

There is life where you dont know it,
Outside your own perspective.
It is infinite, unknowing, and always unreflective.

I try not to scare myself,
So I can understand,
these thoughts are a gift,
If i can open my hand.

You cant go back, there is no way i can be blind.
I need to seek an inner peace,
and live within my mind.

The peace is something I will find.

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AUTHOR WILLIAMS...

Good write, Pour more and more

I just want these words im writing,
to be read
to be said
long after I am dead.

Regards

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

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