Crazy Conversations With My Sane SelfA Poem by SiblingJust some word vomit about something... I think.
I hear voices.
These quiet voices Speak to me When I am alone. The Dark Room Devoid of noise, Seems the venue Of silent screams. Loud whispers echo, As soft shouts bellow Within the belly Of my Brain. As insane as it sounds The Sounds say things Beyond the bounds Of my comprehension. The ascension From soliloquies To dialogues with me Opens new dimensions. New dimensions ...To see... ...To touch... ...To speak of... All through the speeches I present to myself. I recite my Mind's poetry And resolve its problems I help myself. I speak to me. He listens. He speaks to me. I confide In a confidante That lies within The confines of my Mind. Listen to the Silence. Look into the Dark Room. Let yourself guide YOU, Let yourself FIND YOU. LOST. © 2014 SiblingAuthor's Note
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