The Voice I Heard Poem by Randy McClave

I once believed that I was possessed
Unto a priest I once confessed,
I heard a voice both day and night
Which brought me to anger and many times to fight.
The voice kept telling me what to do
For stupid reasons and just out of the blue,
And when I didn't do what was commanded and told
I then felt pain, and my spine then got cold.
The voice followed me everywhere
Constantly to God for relief was my prayer,
And when I thought I was alone and I had a choice
I then again heard the voice.
The priest then took my hand and said to me
"Your worries and pain I also feel, as I do see",
"The voice you've been hearing causing you strife"
"My son", "that voice belongs to your wife".

Randy L. McClave