Voices a poem By John McKinley Pride Jr
I can hear it, these voices in my head. They seem close but I hear them far pounding, a grinding, and a tear ripping through my mind.
I try to forget these sights, but they have become mine, imbedded in my deepest soul thrashing my morality till I can no longer walk the talk that I speak to others.
My flesh speaking to my heart again saying in a whisper lie down and die, lay down and die weak child don’t even try just lie down and die.
By John M. Pride Jr.