That Voice Poem by Connie Webb
That Voice
It screeches,
It pounds,
It vibrates,
It shocks,
It’s complex,
It’s loud,
It’s rude,
And it’s annoying.
When I hear that voice
I shutter,
I cringe,
I want to run,
I want to escape,
And I want to plug my ears.
When that voice leaves
There is silence,
There is joy,
There is peace,
There is contentment,
There is a knowing,
That all is okay without
That voice.
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