They are too quiet to hear actual words they seem muffled somehow as if speaking through a wall but I know it's someone's voice not simply the wind whispering through the trees
I lie awake for hours trying to interpret the whispering into words something I can understand
I haven't slept in weeks now the mumbling it never goes away I think I can tell what they're saying now or maybe I'm imagining it I don't really care it makes me feel better
The voices they talk for hours and it's terribly annoying to have to hear a conversation as if they're in another room muffled as they are I wish they'd go away just shut up I'm so tired
Last night the voices called to me they wanted me to come with them though I'm not exactly sure where if they don't stop soon I might go maybe if I give them what they want they'll finally let me sleep
Sleep the most sleep I've had in weeks was an hour this morning at the coffee shop but then I heard the voices again I think they're following me now they don't seem to want to leave me alone
The voices didn't come last night and you'd think I slept soundly for hours but no, I lay waiting waiting for them to start as I knew they would and I laid there in the silence only to be disappointed disappointed? was I actually disappointed? maybe I was it was rather unnerving not knowing where the voices went I've grown rather accustomed to them
They came back again I don't know where they were that night but nor do I care they are even louder now but still muffled and they just can't keep quiet not for a single minute
I lay awake just staring at the ceiling listening to them argue to them calling to me willing me to come with them
This past night all they did was shout as if I couldn't hear them before just this incessant screaming I can't take it anymore I think I may just do as they please
I've devised a plan that will get rid of the voices forever that will stop their endless conversations that plague me in the darkness a way that I can sleep forever with no interruptions
I made all the preparations planned it to the t the voices were not there to interrupt no one intervened though I felt as If I was being watched someone anxiously looking on as if waiting for something big exciting though I'm not sure what's so exciting about me I don't think the mentally unstable are very entertaining but then again maybe they are I don't think I ever knew a crazy person besides myself I mean that's the only way to explain the voices isn't it they can't be real can they? I hope not they're all in my head and now I'm getting rid of them with my plan remember? a way to force to voices from my skull even when they aren't talking I hear them their voices echoing in my head bouncing around as if I have nothing more important to think of I can't wait for that eternal peace
So my plan failed miserably the voices got as they wanted some how I managed to get stuck with them in the depths of eternity however long that may really be I hope not too long these voices never shut up and now they are crystal clear for I am with them now I am one of them I am the voice that will plague you in the night that will drive you to insanity the voice that will cause your demise
An older poem I wrote that was inspired by Charlotte Gilman's 'The Yellow Wallpaper', one of my favorite short stories. I actually wroteΒ Β a short story based on this poem a few months ago that I am very proud of.