Voices.

And I hear the voices,
Echoed across the sea of mind,
calling to the frightened child,
Left In Haunted memory.
The call is like a whisper,
That tries to comfort sick,
Yet it echoes off the walls,
So high and firmly built.
These voices are but ghosts,
Of those from distant ports,
Left in the sea of memory,
Churning in an internal storm.
I wish the wind could silence,
The voices whispered here,
Allow the sea to calm,
These waves of lonely fear.

Voices.

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