Hello, voices, back again.
I wish your visits here would end.
You’ve been troubling for far too long
with wisps of words and little bits of song
at all hours insisting on entering my brain
– to drive insane!
Can’t, you sounds, be silenced?

Every morning do I hope
I’ll be without you. Each day: nope.
By midday there’re always several times
I hear snatches of speech or partial rhymes.
In my head are your noises I can’t wipe
try as I might.
I’m left with sounds unsilenced.

And in the nighttime it gets worse
as if two orchestras rehearse
in the recesses within my skull.
I hear commotion with volume on full.
With notes fluctuating from trebly to too deep,
I get no sleep
and beg my sounds be silent.

Since hallucinations stop me dosing,
at light my eyes are rarely closing.
I attempt a little adding sheep
a calculated try to get some sleep.
In somnia, I magine sheep profits graffitied inside my head. I’m better off dead
unless these sounds are silenced.

Please god, won’t these sounds be silenced.
I’d pay to be around some silence.