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Nov 2014
"Where am I?"
A voice said
Little did I know
That voice was mine

"Where am I?"
It questioned
It was scared
My voice no longer knew

The voice I had
Once told me that everything was okay
It had told me that I
I was going to be okay

Now it asks
"Where am I?"
Because it no longer knows who I am
The voice is lost

It thinks
It thinks that I am another
One that is totally,
Incredibly new

And I am afraid
For I know
This voice inside my head
Knows exactly what it is asking

This voice is right.
Written by
Patrice Diaz
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   Crumbled
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