Imps In The Mind

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They Tell me things sometimes
When Everything Is quiet.
When Everything Is still.

I can Hear there Voices above All the rest.
I can hear them More than I hear My parents,
My siblings,My teachers.
I hear them more than I hear myself.

A constant ring is in my ears.
They want me to hear them so badly
Its hard to Ignore.

Most of the time they bring me pleasure.
Other times they bring me discomfort.

These voices I hear....

They keep, Every part of me locked up.
And yet they seem to give me freedom.

These sounds...

They are Impossible to abandon.





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Powd3er said...
Jan. 27, 2010 at 11:29 am
This poem has great flow and insight.
I really enjoyed it.
Lovely poem darling =]
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