Voices

Voices, a thousand voices, loud and resounding
I have never been such sandy shores, overwhelmed
The remnants of my being as sand galloped upon by stallions, enveloping my every sense and being
Lost in the fear that threatens my core
Shaky and lost in the abyss of anxiety


Lost in the rain of unheard songs
Strangled by the libations I've long suppressed
Choking on my own greatness
Lamenting the sins of my being
Wailing! Wailing! the cold winds dare not comfort me


The air dry, mother earth dead to my incantations
Time is but a mirrored reflection, lost to my numb being
My dreams torture and mock me
The land of the shadows dare not accept me,for many a loose end awaits my devotion


The cock crows, my voice rises in praise and awe
Dawn is here, and I will serve as called upon
Voices guide me, my silence is their drum
I shall be as it were