The voices that I hear; live with me, deep inside me.
My own voice multiplied and amplified in the universe that exists within me.
I cried, and my tears drowned multiple versions of myself ill.
My pain extends and for all of them to feel.
Here I am, one within a million voices that reside within my existence.
Sometimes it is so loud that I can’t hear the voice at a distance.
My body shivers, and my spine shrieks at all my peaks.
And just like a spark that flares to the sky, I lost track.
What I was writing for? For whom? Where?
But they came all at once, is hard to listen or abide
Is this what they feel, or is something of my fracture imagination
Did I create this?
All over me at once, trapping who I am in one.
Let me go, I said, and here I am
In all that mess, when I forgave myself, I could finally hear you again.
Listening to my own voice seems very loud.
And when I am quiet, they are soft, synch with time.
Time is endless; one minute could be a cosmos of time.
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For Juaniorex From Juaniorex
PoetryA series of poems inspired by Puerto Rican Poet Julia the burgos and some of her poetry like (A Julia de Burgos de Julia de Burgos).
