cyclopseven Ram - Voice

Voice of despair
the voice from dimension gone
knock against my conscience again
bringing back a story well hidden
between the folds of my mind.

In a dense forest
there lived once a beast of ultimate terror
that rips open the humanity of its rest
reflecting the whole of pain in mind’s mirror.

She spoke a voice of horror and fear
scaring the soul into hiding beyond
until one day she viciously scratch the scars
of the old memories chucked long ago.

Agony of torment, so terrible
for me to bear I need the strength
for years I managed to squeeze through the hell
but again she came pouncing on me - hard.

In the wild one loss the senses
and together with the voice one succumb senseless
unable to bear one is draged along the voice to suicide
and many have gone just to do that.

But, I fought the onslaught
till one day a fountain I saw in the desert.

distancing myself from horror and fear
I led a life with less torture and hell
but again she came with the voice
hunting me to haunt the memory
one more moment in my life.

is the voice
a deliberate ignorance?

is the voice
a lost conscience?

whatever it is
the voice
is again here.

what shall I do?

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