Of Voices
Inside it’s a confusion
Of voices,
Mixture of wild emotions
Shouting in hopes to be known
Their choices,
Never leaving me alone
Voices that give no reprieve,
Always there
Why won’t they ever just leave
And give me blissful quiet,
Don’t they care,
I could really use a respite
Of voices.

Gloom
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