Voices

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Shameful beauty of the blind spirits
Colors my memories of mortal death........
Pure voices shout un-cleansed thoughts....
Heavy breaths fills the scene.
They whisper encouragement........
While feeding my fears.....
smudges of hate thrown towards me!

Bursting of frustration.......
My finger paints despair along my empty soul.....
So many voices...but in the silence i hear a hopeless child...
Who screams! But is not heard.....

A spark of faith hangs off her shoulders......
I choose to listen to that innocent child's voice and no one else.
That Voice is Mine!

By
Octavia Childs





Voices
Category: Poetry
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