voices IN my head

Incessant chatter
echoing inside
my skull.

Commentary
for each and
every thing
I touch
feel
taste
hear
see
think
or do.

Judging
debating
arguing
each and
every crumb.

Their decisions
final
verdicts
and sentences
absolute.

These critics
within,
discerning
keepers of
truth and
light;
ready always
delivering
apropos
swift
adjudications.

Moments of
enlightenment
reduced to
frivolous glimmers
from refuse
strewn
across
my destined
path.

Endless clamor
bellowing
at every
turn.

Resistance futile,
each attempt
met with
stronger
louder
more
hostile
opposition.

Like pulling
an enormous
unbreakable
rubber band.

Only relief
someday
hopefully
found in
that final
last exhale.

The voices
have a
secret
though.

One which
they will
never
tell,
so listen
quietly
for
unspoken
words
never
told.

The secret
you see
is cloaked
in silence;
shared
with the
Chinese
Finger
Trap.

Release
is only
to let go,
to quietly
know.

The voices
are only
the creaks
and growls
from deep
inside
the machine.

So embrace
their
moans
and
thank
their
groans.

For then
at least
for a while
they will
be on
their way
but most
likely back
another day.