Remember to keep alert, you don't wish to disturb, keep your eye on the prize, and stay away from their devious lies.
You're roaming around, In the dark , don't make a sound, or you'll receive a fright, rest you're eyes, sleep tight, you begin to chase butterflies, you soon drift out of sight.
Don't you feel like someone's watching you? Or do you feel alone? There's only one of you, and you're on your own at home, when there's plenty of them, inside you're head, what've you become, with the monsters hiding away under your bed.
People say you're crazy, that there's nothing in your home, you just send them people away, and continue to feel alone, you realise they could be right, and it's you.. That's keeping everybody up all night, you tell the monsters to stop, the headaches and noises inside your head begin to explode and pop, you look inside the mirror, and whisper to yourself.. "Who are you?" As you believe the voices and the monsters are getting nearer..
YOU ARE READING
This Is Your Voice
PoetryA selection of poetry, that I have written from the last three years. An anthology of my poems from the last three years, which I have put together, for everyone to enjoy, about survival, love, heartbreak and pain, and my own experiences in life. ...
