By SolApathy

~Welcome to where time stands still...No one leaves and no one will...~
Into the inter dimensions of our broken visions
Blurred are the lines of indecision
Weave in and out of these words
All these voices, heard
No one seems to believe in the voices that trouble me
No one cares to know about dissociative identities
Not one or two, or three, so many voices—And yet they are all me
If only you could take a trip into my closeted existence
I hold the door tight with all my resistance
Yet it’s never enough as I hear them scream for control
Tearing apart what is left of this crippled soul
Once I was one—Now I am many-- wishing I was none
I feel me fading away—Even with the pills I will succumb
Lost in the ruthless battle for a voice I was silenced without a choice
Now there is 2, 3, and four, but one my friend…Well he is no…More

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Copyright 2019 SolApathy
Published on Wednesday, June 12, 2019.     Filed under: "Ironic" and "Poetry"

Author's Note:

...In my battle to be heard I was stampeded by the voices of the herd...
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  • Bornfrompain On Monday, June 10, 2019, Bornfrompain (835)By person wrote:

    It’s always a pleasure to read your work! Well done!! - BFP

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