Voices And Memories Poem by Brandon Chiles

'Voices and Memories'
I hear the voices inside of my head,
whispering to me,
as I lay in my bed.
They know my secrets and desires,
they'll be the ones at my funeral pyre.
I turn over to stare at my wall,
and instead find a picture of her.
It's been so long that memory has nearly gone,
they come back to me mainly in song.
The first memory is of me and her,
only a blanket and the stars.
Her eyes twinkled as they looked into mine,
a smile crossing my face,
and I thought she would always be mine.

I try to block out their noise,
and my eyes cross over to the next picture...
filling me with no joy.
Another memory floats across my head,
of a car and a park,
and then it all was dead.

The voices grow louder and they increase,
my eyes drift again to another piece.
This one puts a smile on my face,
as I know she was great,
but it always seemed like a race.
A memory comes flashing through my mind,
of a movie and a dog,
as we sat next to each other...
like two different logs.

The voices scream at me,
trying to demand my attention,
and my eyes drift to the final piece.
She was so different from the rest,
almost at peace.
A final memory comes flashing through,
of her in tears,
saying we're through.
My phone flashes while I'm at work,
saying I'm sorry...but this isn't going to work.

The voices scream at me in protest,
as I rise from my bed,
open the drawer,
knowing full well what lies ahead.
I'm tired of everything thats happened and I don't care,
I pull the knife, and say farewell.
-Dying Romantic 2: 13 AM August 5th