[audio:https://schizophreniapoetry.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/03/voices-mp.mp3|titles=voices mp]Whence comes it, that noise in my head
They speak of secrets and dreams

Talking to me inparticular
Telling me tales of woe and misgiving
Berating me with sounds so vile
Letting me know I am not worthy of love or life
Drawing out of me the best to be had or taken
A still small voice in the back of the crowd
Stating facts so unbelievable
I know not whence they come
But inhale the vapors and give me peace.

M. Pinnell

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