VOICES
Erlyne Jane Palma 1997 (Paracale)
They are all screaming inside her head
Calling for someone who's already dead
Feigning reality as if its not her fault
She became a victim of her own false thoughts
Scribbling all the lost words she can't utter
Losing herself between the lines
Unconsciously drowning with her ever-wandering dreams
Leaving only the remaining pieces of her terrifying screams
Louder... Deeper... Creepier... whispering voices—
Of a lost child, a crying lady, a daydreamer, a frightened fighter
She became a ghost of her peculiar phases
As she hides in her grave where she feels better
These raging filthy noises are on repeat
Dancing with the hell she built underneath
Whose voice is real? Whose word is clean?
Why did she choose to imprisoned herself unseen?
About this poem
I've been hearing voices these past few days, and I've been trying to listen to each word they say. I lost track of time, as I tried to understand all the noises at once. I dived deeply trying to reach the bottom of this introspection, not knowing that I'll be out of oxygen to grasp the meaning of these vague whispers. Like a sweet music lingering on my ears, I've been enchanted by the horrors of their screams. It keeps on telling me stories, it keeps on singing me lullabies, and it keeps on talking to me like we're long lost best buddies. I keep listening to their lies... I'm lost in the process— processing my emotions, organizing my thoughts, comprehending what it is. As I keep swimming through my subconsciousness, I found pieces of my past and I knew why these voices sound like home... it was, and it is still my home. A place where I imprisoned myself to escape from being free— my own den of tortures and self-punishments. It sounds like a masochistic thing to do but sometimes more »
Written on July 17, 2021
Submitted by erlyne_j on October 26, 2022
Modified on March 05, 2023
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Quick analysis:
Scheme | AAXX BXCC DBDB XXEE |
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Closest metre | Iambic hexameter |
Characters | 747 |
Words | 127 |
Stanzas | 4 |
Stanza Lengths | 4, 4, 4, 4 |
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