Voice In My Head Poem by Amber Glistener

The voice echoes in my head,
his whistling tune so solemn,
yet in my dreams he jumps about so gleefully,
an assurance that there is hope.

I find myself listening for it,
at the faintest sound,
I jump in hopes,
just to find the wind.

He tells me things about myself,
I really never knew,
how it is that i could be so vacant,
unaware to the world around me.

My heart leaps when he mentions me,
his voice such a sweet sound,
will I ever know who he is,
do I really need to?

What hope is there for one who hears such things?
A lunatic.
A freak.
A loser.
A outcast to the world of the pretty ones.

The truth is,
when the voices come there is only one that i hear,
his alone is the one,
and its not a taunting one.

The song between the minds of the different,
so fascinatingly beautiful,
the harmony of the flute, guitar, violin and viola.
The sweet symphonic sound.

For those of you who disagree,
have at thee for such treachery!
For those of you who are amused,
what is there to be scoffed at?

This topic is not amusing!
A lost soul in a corrupt world.
But this will soon change.
I may stay lost, but we shall change the corrupt.

There is a purpose...