THE VOICE
 
 
I jot on paper whatever is in my head 
words to twist and turn..................... 
into something understood, when read. 

I'm always searching to find out who I am 
You come along to play my mind............. 
with the words, of an educated man. 

You say one thing and I do the other 
It’s like a merry-go-round…………... 
Like voices from a brother. 

You tell me I am wrong, that you are right 
We argue constantly, in my thoughts…….. 
Throughout the darkened night. 

I need my sleep, so please go away 
Mr No Body, come back later……. 
When tomorrow becomes, another day. 

© TeAnne.  Jan. 30. 1999

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