Voices inside

For something new, I had to renew,

My mind, for it was blank.

For something old, I had to behold,

as I remembered my horrid past.

For something pretty, I had to get witty,

For my mind, so dark and gloomy...

allowed my devils to come in and settle,

for inside my dark mind, it's roomy.

And sit and talked, these devils squawked,

and drove me into madness.

But then there it was, 

that little white dove,

my saving grace, my gun.

So i pulled on the trigger,

after drinking my vigor,

and talk, they did no more.

Reviews

[Patrick Gerlits]

Only when our minds are blank is there the potential for "anything" to take over across the theater screen that is the dark room of our mind. Anywhere is the direction that hijacked movie theater projection machine can take us. The tall empty seats perfectly set in rows could than be filled with any manner of sorts. The audience is there chatting about the inevitable film they all paid to see, they know the actor well...they know all the gossip and here is his life on the big screen. The film begins to roll, opening with a bottle of whiskey, a gun and than a shot. The End.

Thanks for that image.

[MrBooyay]

And thank you for reading! I appreciate the feedback too. Always encouraging to know someone has read a poem I've written.

[Micheal Abraham]

we all have those voices of contemplation in our heads but what is important is how we treat with them nice piece

[WatcherInSilence]

Great poem and actually has a rhythm of its own that you develop once you start reading.
Very truthful and inspiring
We always hear the voices inside of us. Some choose to ignore them, others shut them down. But some simply set them free.

[L.M.Warde]

An excellent meaning. I loved the imagery of this. Nicely done, keep it up!