'Voices and Memories' <br />I hear the voices inside of my head, <br />whispering to me, <br />as I lay in my bed. <br />They know my secrets and desires, <br />they'll be the ones at my funeral pyre. <br />I turn over to stare at my wall, <br />and instead find a picture of her. <br />It's been so long that memory has nearly gone, <br />they come back to me mainly in song. <br />The first memory is of me and her, <br />only a blanket and the stars. <br />Her eyes twinkled as they looked into mine, <br />a smile crossing my face, <br />and I thought she would always be mine. <br /> <br />I try to block out their noise, <br />and my eyes cross over to the next picture... <br />filling me with no joy. <br />Another memory floats across my head, <br />of a car and a park, <br />and then it all was dead. <br /> <br />The voices grow louder and they increase, <br />my eyes drift again to another piece. <br />This one puts a smile on my face, <br />as I know she was great, <br />but it always seemed like a race. <br />A memory comes flashing through my mind, <br />of a movie and a dog, <br />as we sat next to each other... <br />like two different logs. <br /> <br />The voices scream at me, <br />trying to demand my attention, <br />and my eyes drift to the final piece. <br />She was so different from the rest, <br />almost at peace. <br />A final memory comes flashing through, <br />of her in tears, <br />saying we're through. <br />My phone flashes while I'm at work, <br />saying I'm sorry...but this isn't going to work. <br /> <br />The voices scream at me in protest, <br />as I rise from my bed, <br />open the drawer, <br />knowing full well what lies ahead. <br />I'm tired of everything thats happened and I don't care, <br />I pull the knife, and say farewell. <br />-Dying Romantic 2: 13 AM August 5th<br /><br />Brandon Chiles<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/voices-and-memories/
