I heard a voice

I hear but I don’t listen
The voices that tempt me
Like gold they glisten.
I see things which are not really there
And the will to succumb is greater than for prayer
I live with people who are in my head
Constantly tormenting me, wishing me dead
I live with this pain each day
It’s not as simple as black and white
How do I explain this?
When there’s an in-between of gray

The will to cry and end it all is strong
But the power is just not mine
Frustration overshadows rationality
The heart bleeds. It bleeds, it bleeds.

Wait…
I hear a voice
A sound quite vocal and articulate
Accompanied with such authority
Quite different to the others

“Quiet. Be still” it says

And the other voices were suppressed
At long last- silence…

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*Schizophrenia, paranoia or maybe depression can be life-threatening.When you are associated with a mental disorder of some kind, you find that you seem not to have a value for life.You lose your ability to make good judgements and everything pretty much goes down hill from there. But this poem is saying that there is a voice- the voice of Jesus- which is strong enough to silence every other voice in your head. In Mark 4:39, Jesus said to the storm: "Quiet! Be still!" and it calmed down.Just know that every storm in your life can be calmed.*

© The poets voice~~~ February 2009, All rights reserved.

Untitled*

What is wrong with me!?
I look, I see, I watch
I study how they treat each other
But when it comes to me,
The difference is clear.

What is wrong with me!?
Why is it that everytime
Those people only last for a while.
They come and go, never there to the end
Like they say they will be.
Those people who call themselves friends.

Am I just too tolerant and forgiving?
Trying to revive happiness and joy?
Bringing pace where there is none
And showing love where none exists?
Is that it? Is that what’s wrong?

The pain would have been easier to bear
If only less attitude and more words;
Talk to me,
I’ve got ears!

But I look, I see, I watch
I study how they act towards me,
Such hatred and non-chalant behaviour
Yet still, within their group
The difference is clear.

I’ll tell you what is wrong!
You’ve brewed in me fear-
Fear of reaching out to another.
Implanted defiance, the result of your neglect.
Now I hurt the people I should love;
To them I don’t care
I withdraw to my own world,
A place within me where I seek solace.
The confidence to reach out
Is no more there.

So tell me, why?
I’ll tell you…
Nothing was wrong but
Now, at this present moment
Something is really wrong with me!

i'm still looking for a title for this by the way, any suggestions?

© The poets voice~~~ June 2008, All rights reserved.