The Voice
“Ha, Ha, Ha,…”
There it was again:
the laughing, the taunting.
“So foolish…”
The voice echoes like ten,
unnerving and daunting.
“You can’t run…”
It says, as I flee
to other rooms, closing doors.
“Ha, Ha, Ha…”
Where could its source be?
As I climb countless floors,
“You can’t escape…”
I turn locks,
throw away keys.
“I am your nightmare…”
Finally, I stop:
the voice is within me.
“I’m always there…”
In the back of my mind
like the hands of fate
“You are nothing…”
it tells me lies,
but I can’t escape.
“Just stop trying…”
My anxiety, the cold fingers of a skeleton,
is beckoning me forward to give up.
“Trust me…” thud.
That I’m not intelligent?
That I’m not enough?
Thud. Thud. Footsteps get closer…
I am stronger than this.
I don’t have to listen.
The knob of the door turns…
My hand forms a fist.
I’ll save myself from my prison.
The door swings open…
“You’re wrong;
my mind is mine.”