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Voices


I wander around,

Lost with no sense of direction.

 

I hear the voices surrounding me.

I try to walk towards them,

But I keep getting lost.

 

I want to find my way back,

But there are other voices driving me away.

I don’t know if it’s worth going to those nice, comfortable voices

If the evil ones are going to be there.

 

I know we’re supposed to love all people,

But how can you love someone who spouts lies and horrible words.

 

I want to go back,

But I don’t think I can.

All I can do is stand here in this open plain.

All living things are dead and the wind is making a deathly howl.

 

Tears are streaming down my face.

All I want is to just collapse on the ground.

I just want all of this to go away.

I want these voices to disappear.

 

My fingers are tearing at my hair,

The voices are getting louder and louder and louder

And then, everything’s quiet.

 

I open my eyes and look around.

Everything is so quiet and peaceful.

The flowers are blooming and the howling wind is now a gentle breeze.

 

I am still alone,

But, at least I am alone in peace.

All of the voices have gone

And now I can rest.

 

 

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