Friday, May 30, 2014

Voices - by Bob Atkinson

(c)2014 Bob Atkinson

carry thoughts within my head
of overlying marches tread
toward feelings ever absolute
driving deeply within my roots

voices in my distant past
those who led me with my hand
those who pushed me onward still
those who held my wildest thrills

those who stood me in my place
those who left me in disgrace
that tread upon my image unfairly
by stabbing into my ego squarely

voices ever in my mind
loving, hating, so refined
treading water when no shore
giving hope of purity absorbed

thank you voices for your time
because of you my personality shines
I am what you made of me
with your vocal symmetry

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