The sleepless nights they begin to bite
As I hear voices of my fathers plight
As he shouts and shrieks for his life
The voices in my head as I lie down in bed
The voices of the past
Come to me thick and fast
I hear them just the same
These voices of blame
My cup is full of voices
Of time gone by of past choices
The voice of my mother whispering to me
The voices that said just let things be
the voices of women in my life
the voices of my weeping ex wife
voices that pleaded me not go
voices that cried out for me
the voices that say just let things be
Genuine and confessional in tone! I feel you are unwinding all your nerves here. But I still ask you, Are you really so haunted by such an alarming level of voices sir?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
ohhh, haunted by the past voices, very few people dare write this, this is incredible. Thanks for sharing