Voices

• Naomi Maynard
• Poetry
• 2011

The Voices are haunting me.
Everywhere I go they're there.
I can't escape.
Can you help me?
The voices are haunting me.
They tell me to do things.
I hurt people I love.
Will you help me?
The voices are haunting me.
They're making me tell others things,
Then they die.
Should you help me?
The voices are haunting me.
Because of them,
I am on a cliff edge.
Can you save me?
The voice are haunting me.
My feet slip. I fall.
Then a jolt and a hand grabs me.
I'm saved. Thank you...
I wish that's how it ended.
But it wasn't a happy ending.
You couldn't save me.
It was too late. I fell.
I am lost from the real world.
The voices are still haunting me.
There is no escape from...
Death.