The Voice

The Voice

Voices of hatred, voices of dread

Voices that mock you inside your head

Ones that derail all the good work you do

Voices that keep you locked in your home

Voices of friends who have long since passed

The voice of your Nan in the dead of the night

Derogatory phrases that unsettle your calm

Auditory hallucination and voices outside

Ones that upset you when you’ve had a good day

Voices that persuade and cajole you to do things

Inside your head a cacophony of noise

White noise and silence blur into one

Silence is deafening when the voices have gone

You’re feeling unsteady in the moment of calm

You know they’ll come back they have become sort of friends

Uncomfortable with silence used to the bedlam in your head