Treasure Island

Jean Meyer

(07/14/1949 / Shelby, Michigan)

The Voices in My Head


The voices in my head
Are all talking to fast
I try to keep up
But they go right past

They seem to want me
To write it all down
But as fast as I write
It all whirls around.

A jumble of words
My head is a spinning
My mind is a blur
And it's only the beginning.

There are soldiers who suffer
Then disappear
And people with cancer
From far and near.

Friends who need me
And those that don't
People I trust
And those I won't.

The world around me
Is on a fast track
I try to keep up
But keep falling back.

I reach for the soldier
To tell his tale
For those with cancer
I walk the trail.

For friends who need me
That's right where I'll be
Helping them out
Whatever the need be.

And if you don't need me
That's okay
Cause I'll be praying
For you today.

For the people I trust
I am glad you are near
To ward off the ones
You know I fear.

And to the voices
Inside my head
I hear what you say
And I wrote what you said.

Submitted: Monday, March 10, 2014
Edited: Tuesday, March 11, 2014

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I wrote this poem after many sleepless nights because my mind wouldn't shut down so I could rest.

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