At night the voices return to haunt me
I lay unmoving
They question me
I cannot answer
Words growing louder in the dark
I fear them
Echoing promises, they cannot keep
I am tempted
They remind me, you are nothing, no one cares, you are alone
I was alone
Whispering secrets, I no longer wish to hear
I won’t listen
Telling me who I should be
I don’t agree
They offer me what others desire
I hear lies
In anger they belittle me
I am calm
Words spoken of the past, try to guilt me
I am forgiven
You are the same, worthless, and unworthy
I have changed
You should be more than you are
I am enough
In pressured silence, no more is heard
I begin smiling
Frustration seethes and hatred fills the air
I say nothing
There is quietude, they have no more to say
I am content
No longer will I allow them to haunt my dreams
I am stronger
There is quiet, the voices cast off in the night
I have peace
I am free
I am me
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Jason
About the Creator
JBaz
I have enjoyed writing for most of my life, never professionally.
I wish to now share my stories with others, lets see where it goes.
Born and raised on the Canadian Prairies, I currently reside on the West Coast. I call both places home.
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Comments (13)
This is so raw. Thank you for sharing.
Very intense. Well written.
Awesome!!! Loving it💕
Thank you for sharing a poem sopersonable and well written. It speaks to the vulnerability we all face. ❤️
isn't great when they become silent?! Great job, thank you for sharing
The chorus of malignant voices can either be the furies to our Orestes or the Maenads to our Dionysus. After long struggle, the choice is eventually ours. Very enjoyable to read your work.
This his a good piece - well written, raw & relatable. :)
I love this! It’s totally relatable and well written!
Excellent words and thank you for giving me more ideas
This is so well written. It's emotional and powerful. Great piece.
I love how you portrayed silencing the internal negative voices with positive truths. A very empowering piece. Wonderful work!
"Frustration seethes and hatred fills the air" Powerful stuff! Loved this one. Hearted and subscribed.
You words resound. I quite like this depiction of inner struggles.