Chapter 1 - The Voice
Submitted November 20, 2007 Updated November 20, 2007 Status Complete | A Poem about the human condition
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Chapter 1 - The Voice
Chapter 1 - The Voice
The Voice
There is a voice calling me
It speaks when I least expect
It leaves me trembling at its every sound
There is a voice calling me
It speaks so softly yet so loud
It tells me of the things that I have always known
Is this the wisdom for which I long?
Is this the knowledge that I seek?
Is this the sound of madness or of genius calling me?
There is a voice calling me
It speaks always and without cease
It beats me to submission and beckons me with screams
There is a voice calling me
It speaks to the quiet of my heart
It teaches me to live and love and sings a lovely song
Is this the voice of reason pure and undefiled?
Is this the song of insanity calling from the wild?
Is this the voice of memories fair or the warning a future foul?
There is a voice calling me
It speaks to my soul
It is I who make it foul or fair for it is I who live with its words
There is a voice calling me
It frightens with its words
It speaks the truth and cares not if I head its words
Is this the love my heart longs for?
Is this the comfort that I seek?
Is this the path that I must tread afraid of what I must seek?
There is a voice calling me
It speaks when I least expect
It leaves me trembling at its every sound
There is a voice calling me
It speaks so softly yet so loud
It tells me of the things that I have always known
Is this the wisdom for which I long?
Is this the knowledge that I seek?
Is this the sound of madness or of genius calling me?
There is a voice calling me
It speaks always and without cease
It beats me to submission and beckons me with screams
There is a voice calling me
It speaks to the quiet of my heart
It teaches me to live and love and sings a lovely song
Is this the voice of reason pure and undefiled?
Is this the song of insanity calling from the wild?
Is this the voice of memories fair or the warning a future foul?
There is a voice calling me
It speaks to my soul
It is I who make it foul or fair for it is I who live with its words
There is a voice calling me
It frightens with its words
It speaks the truth and cares not if I head its words
Is this the love my heart longs for?
Is this the comfort that I seek?
Is this the path that I must tread afraid of what I must seek?
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bookworm369 on November 21, 2007, 2:47:36 AM
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O_O......wow.....very nice, very nice.....your a great writer