Voices Poem by Jazz Christopher

Voices



As my life and time goes by
I have voices in my head
These voices saying I'm going to die
But these voices are dead
They lock me in a room
That is dark with no light
They soon start thinking to make my tomb
As these walls are grey with no white
Soon I escape not sure during the rain
Finding a broken building as a home
I take a walk down memory lane
Finding something useful for my hair a comb
I soon go out killing many others hiding my cover
Each victim I ended I smiled and said 'game over'

Thursday, October 29, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: voice
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Jazz Christopher

Jazz Christopher

Oakland, California
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