Voices

Voices

A midnight walk to and from my local store

hearing voices that seem to quickly follow

while the clouds pull back on an everlasting walk

it began to pour

contemplating on night or day

i wish it were tomorrow

darkness overcomes

while street lamps illuminate

for life's worst nightmare has come alive

i have walked too far like a lined stranded bait

scared to breathe as though a thriller ride

should not i be afraid to die

what taunts these sudden fears is not for my eyes to see

hearing the moans and the cries like a long lost lullaby

my hope is all that is left

and is the key to set me free

lonesome winds turn to cold skies

which have all of a sudden left my mouth dry

my mind plays tricks in disguise to be complete

wishes turn to curses in the vast open desert

dying slowly

while my thoughts travel fast

in these past few days

seconds feel like hours

while i experience hurt

looking at myself

while my flesh was no more

i shed a tear

for every forgotten fear

distant

but still aware

i watch closely

and slowly begin to wave

for it is over

and so am i

life gone

in a blink of an eye

By Jonathan Grant McElroy

Scrambled Ink