I hear the voices from within,
they howl like a winterstorm,
eery and darkly foreboding.
I hear the screams
of those voices,
ever present,
and forever.
I hear nothing real anymore.
Hear nothing but the unreal.
So, I write and remember
how years earlier I had a life.
I had a definite form then,
now I’m painted by Dali.
What more can I say?
Not all endings are epic








hello dearest Daniel you are still lucid this is really great at expressing what you hear ❤️
Alot of what I hear is nonsensical.
I understand ❤️
Brilliantly penned, Daniel. Another powerful write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
Spiritually provoking
Totally vibed this
Much respect
Naaj