The Voices Are Waiting

by William

There are voices in my head

Loud enough to wake the dead

There are echoes in my mind

Heaven knows what they may find



I am looking out my window

Searching for what, I do not know

All I do know is “the voices are waiting”

Waiting and anticipating


My heart is skipping a beat

I am getting used to the heat

Blood starts pumping through my veins

Visibly shaking all that remains


The voices are eagerly waiting

Quietened by the noise they are creating

One voice rises above the rest

A bird foraging for its nest


The voices have gone so far away

They have quietened, waiting for some other day

The silence is deafening to say the least

The birds are ready to begin their feast


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