The voices called my name

I looked around

I called out at the voice

 Thinking it was someone in the house

Then it called my name again

It was loud and clear

As if who ever said that was in my room with me

It became louder and louder

I covered my ears in pain

Screaming back in anger and fear

Oh why oh why are you here?

To tell me my fear?

I’m afraid to speak of what I here

I’m only a child of seven years   

Afraid of what others will think of me

The voices that taunt me

Telling me things I don’t want to do

Telling me things I don’t want to hear

I yell back in fear to go away

Why do I have to live this way?

 

I will stand above my own fear

The voices that yell in dread and fear

For what I have gone through

I will stand above this pain killing me now

The voices yell but my voice is loader

Shut the fuck up

I am in control now

 

2 comments | Post comment

absolutely imaginitive.....like a scene from a suspense movie. Have you thought of being a Playwright? Last line very funny...takes you from a being engrossed in reading and wakes you up with a smack of humor.
-- Steve Keri, 11/5/09

Beautifully scripted poetry
-- Chris Smith, 11/12/08



Previously published:

graphic art, comics, and illustrations by Andrea Narciso

RSS RSS  | Sitemap
Copyright © 2012 ▪ Terms of usePrivacy policy
Art lives at Zhibit.org