Voices.
When I'm alone,
sometimes,
I hear people talk.
People that aren't there.
When I do
I'm gripped by unspeakable terror.
Am I crazy?
Or is it something else?
Do I tell?
Or keep it hidden?
Will I someday hear these voices
and not know that they aren't real?
Will I someday hear these voices
and talk with them?
So unsure-
I know these few steps are critical,
but what steps are they?
What should I do?
Where will it lead?
The voices won't tell me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem