Voices

by

Faye Hoffman

There's a whisper in the wind.
Familiar voices,that I hear.
Mountains call my name.
The clear skies disappear.

Seasons pass unnoticed,
and the days turn into night.
Time no longer matters,
my life,no longer mine.

Still alive,but barely breathing.
Lingering in total despair.
The Heavens lay before me.
I must walk upon the air.

Spirits from the past,
keep calling out to me.
Not asking,but demanding,
that I set their souls free.

I ask myself the question,
why me,where do I belong.
That I should have to be the one,
to pay for deathless souls?

Sleepless nights disrupted,
by the screaming in my head.
They're there each time I slumber,
telling me that I am dead.

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