by C. L. Craven

Created on: April 26, 2008

A quiet voice,
So still and small;
Sometimes I cannot
Hear at all.

Within my mind,
I block you out.
Suddenly,
I hear a shout.

Don't go that way.
There's danger there.
But I still go
Without a care.

In the end
I suffer so.
Why don't I listen?
Why do I show?

Such disregard
When wisdom speaks,
I hear your voice
But then I leap.

Into a pit,
So deep and dark;
No light there;
Not a spark;

When will this battle
Of the will
End for me?
I fight and still,

It's of no use.
By destiny,
It's like a noose
Bound to me.

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