Friday, 1 July 2016


Am the voice that keeps you awake,
Each night, you carry me to your bed,
Am the voice you have wished to fade,
That that makes you wish you're dead,
I shouted and warned you, but instead,
Ignored me, locked me  in your head,
I knew of the wounds before they bled,
Of the stitches before the needle, thread,
And all the consequences to you, I read,
But you turned a deaf ear to what I said,
To you I was just 'The Voices In The Head',
I wish you'd listen! What's ignorance bred?

"The Voices In The Head"
Drew Poetry
~Andy Mwalasha

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