Whispering Voice

I hear the voice that whispers to me
that whispers to me so quietly
It shows me the stars in the dark night sky
and in a soft voice it tells me lies
It tells me how my life is fake
and all that seems real
– is just a mistake
And the voice that sings
– and rings like bells
It sounds so convincing, the stories it tells
It makes me believe in fairy tales
And blown on the wind
– are my dreams, like petals
The petals that swirl inside my mind
Obscuring the truth, blurring the lines
My doppelgänger lives inside of me
It gives its voice to my poetry
It tells me I’ll never be good enough
That I’ll never succeed
– or be famous
But forever live in this altered state
with the whispering voice that dominates.

copyright © 2018 Karen Horsley