There is a voice in my head
Telling me what I should do.
Can I believe in what it said?
Is that voice me or is it you?
There is movement in my throat
And I assume it causes speech.
Who has taught me this keynote?
Is there someone I can reach?
There are sounds in my ear,
Forming words within, without
How do I know what I do hear?
Is there meaning without doubt?
There is an echo in my brain
Memories speaking on and on.
Will they make me go insane?
Can they last when I am gone?
I hope you enjoyed this poem I just wrote. The picture above was taken by and shows
and me. I wish all the best to you and as always: