With wide eyes and frozen muscles
Heart pounding in my head
The taunting laughter follows me
I can't get rid of the voices
They whisper in my ear
Things I don't want to hear
Persuading me to grasp the knife
Once again, resistance crumbles
Alone in my room
With nobody to save me from them
Or myself
I suppose I truly am pathetic
With shaking hands I cover my ears
But that can't filter out
All those lies and hidden secrets
That are whispered in the air
The knife shakes, as I press it to my skin
Bracing my body and soul
The pain now is dulled
Too far away, I barely feel it anymore
Blood, running down my arms
A hated but known feeling
Whispers of tainted content
Flicker in my ears
As a reminder, a metallic stench lingers
In the confines of my room
The voices are gone, but only for now
Slumbering, in the depths of my brain
Author notes
Well, this is what has been haunting me for the past couple of months, and why I'm losing tons of sleep. Voices are nasty things, you'd do best to keep away.
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- Your deepest darkest secret... by AutumnsFlame.
662 points, ended September 1, 2008, 21 entries
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Comments
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Ugh... nasty things, voices are... Your poem was alright. I thought it could've been more verbally colorful... like you could've used more imagery, but I like the whole concept. Thank you for entering my contest.
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Hello.
This is an expressive write, which reads in a painful manner although you haven't vocalised to any great extent the pain. This leaves it to the reader to fill in the gaps, which can be a powerful way to convey.
I can of course only give you my own perception on what you write, so my apologies if I am off the mark. The voices; depending on what you read can either be yours; the voices within your own self; the shadow self/flesh/ego manifesting that are so abhorrent that you feel compelled to state they are not yours, but deep down they are. Or they are hyperdimensional to whatever extent, entities who are talking to you. Or they are thought forms that need feeding. Some writings would even state them as devil/demon/jinn. Again this all depends on what you read.
Either way, the only path is to work on yourself, either face what you can not face within yourself, and acknowledge the voices are you, but not the real you. For a soul; the real you, doesn't say those things, so it isn't the real you.
The knife; is used to make you feel better, either as a way to hurt yourself and so you feel a score has been settled by the actions you did to someone else, or the release of hormones to make you feel better which comes from cutting yourself. Only you know that. And you are not pathetic. Of course these are only views which I have expressed, anything more is for you to decide.
I wish you well in the contest, and I wish you well on your journey.
My regards.
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