Poetry

The Voices Are Talking in Unison

I was sleeping,
I was awakening, as the voices were talking in unison.
I was laughing,
I was crying, as the voices were talking in unison.
I was fighting,
I was passive, as the voices were talking in unison.
I was screaming,
I was silent, as the voices were talking in unison.
I was shaking,
I was still, as the voices were talking in unison.
I was standing,
I was falling, as the voices were talking in unison.
I was desolate,
I was content, as the voices were talking in unison.
I was breathing,
I was decaying, as the voices were talking in unison.

And then the voices were surrounding me and so I fled. And now that I am underground, the voices have left.

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