Voices - May 7, 2001

(c) May 7, 2001

Who are all those people
chanting in my brain
All those different voices
calling out my name

Am I made to listen
Must it be I who hears
all the distant whispering
that dances in my ears

Do they linger from the past
all my failures and my fears
Or could they be my hopes
and wants for future years

Either way they haunt me
Voices wrought with gloom
Will they ever leave me
or bring impending doom

And this cursed illness
somehow will I survive
Will the choir go away
or stay until I die

by Ricky D. McKean

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