The Voice
When the early sun shines bright
and I’m compelled to go out for a stroll
I head out eager to greet the morn
out there alone with no set course
I wander till I’m overwhelmed
by a form of chokehold I simply cannot ignore
starts like an emptiness that swells up from inside
I’d like to know what spell
you’ve cast over me
that inexplicably I should feel
drawn so to run back home
Since out there I’m quick to realize
you’re nowhere to be found
I will I do I must rush home
though at times I confess
I fear you’re nothing more
than just a voice inside my head
AP: 3rd place, Honorable Mention 2022
Posted on July 7, 2022
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