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Voice

I hear voices.
They constantly occupy my mind.
They fight, one trying to assert his voice over other.
A fight which knows no end,
A fight unheard yet disturbing.
They don't let me be at ease
I crack blatant lies to cover these voices.
I hush them, for I fear the world would not acknowledge them
Their subdued, meek echoes linger afresh,
"Oh, hear us out", they try saying.
I give them a loud banging, enough to drown their gibberish.
I try to make them listen to what I have to say
Their adamant selves find it difficult to comply.
Yet, they somehow seem subdued,
For, they disappear at moments.
I tell them with great compassion,
Voices, please stay by.
But, let me be my own voice first.
And they suddenly cry in unison.
Their task accomplished, they bid me goodbye.
A silence, a pin drop silence
Keeps vibrating.
But, whenever my mind is in chaos, they remember what I had wished for.
They come back to me, and together we form a voice.

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