{Poet’s Corner} Author Unknown

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These Voices

The steam in that room seems to get so thick that I cut it with my keys every time I open the door…

The room gets so hot that my sweat runs down my face and into my mouth and quenches my thirst…

I hate my job…

It gets lonely down here…

And I talk to myself so much the voices have started to become real…

My self has started to answer me…

I’ve begun to laugh at my own jokes…

I can’t escape myself…

I seem to be a nice person…

I’m not crazy am I?

Tell me you hear those voices too…

Ask them something…

They give good advice…

But then again, they are the only ones who give me advice… so how do I know it’s good?

I would tell them to stop talking to me but see… they keep me company because I can never seem to leave here…

And if they keep talking to me I think I’ll be okay here…

If they keep talking to me then I won’t have to question reality… I really don’t want to know the answers…

These voices have become my true religion…

I am sane in my insanity… or at least they tell me I am…

There is no one else to trust down here… there is no god down here…

Just voices…

Just voices… and I bleed for my voices…. I bleed so they won’t stop talking to me…

The vibration in their tone has dissolved into my blood stream… they are now in embedded in my brain…

These voices…

They are all I have… these voices…

Because there is no one else to trust down here….

There is no god down here…

There is just me.

~ Author Unknown

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