Voices In My Head - Poem by Roselyn Edwards
I hear a voice inside my head;
Is it really mine? or is it one ill-bred?
I hear the voice so sad, sounding like it cried;
I heard the words so softly, wishing it were dead;
I hear the sound, it told me I could confide;
I listened to its whisper, trusting, but turns out it lied.
All my life was wasted;
Yelling, everything I tried was, let's face it
lost, broken, worthless;
Were all dreams without purpose?
Faith in God was like a child believing Santa,
It seemed so true; it seemed so logical, that
Hope was like believing I was princess Diana,
Could be I'm lost like the Prodigal
Still so beguiled was I, I listened and believed
The voice's wit and candid valor, were well received.
The voice always led me away,
Into the blackness, into the night;
It felt wrong, but it's words I could no longer sway;
It's words had caught me by the throat,
Believing, but it's words only lead me astray,
God's Word, no longer I would quote.
But lies are confusing, they always conflict;
That's what got me, because there to see,
So clear and so bright, one voice would convict;
It was the truth, God's Words spoken to me.
Light showed me the darkness, and how it kept itself hidden,
How all lies come, but the truth told very stark,
In dark, truth and love are always forbidden;
So how could I see? How could I know?
If all I would listen was words from the dark?
I wonder, why I believed that voice
Over the voice of the one who's word is truth;
Why did I trust my own voice
Instead of trusting the light, the one I'd trusted in my youth;
Why I chose to listen to those lies
I wished I'd listened to the one who's words so wise.
I can't trust myself anymore, it's those lies
All those words, all those sounds
I can't trust my voice, because its love in darkness lies;
So who do I trust? and how do I know?
Which voices I keep, and which ones I throw?
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