Monday, May 2, 2016


There are too many voices inside me.
   One asks for love so softly no one hears.
One urges me to write incessantly.
   One sings an aria of all my fears.
One swears that I’m the best at what I do.
   One reminds me that fame will not be mine.
One kicks me every time I don’t come through.
   One nags me till I sulk and mutter “Fine.”
Voices that tell me nothing I will make
   Is worth it, so why bother even trying?
So many voices calling me a fake
   And only two of them are never lying:
      The one that catalogues my every shame
      And one that’s always whispering your name.

Copyright 2016 Matthew J Wells



Reena said...

Like this one.

Anonymous said...

I think this goes with the territory

david sard said...

somehow I've been anonymized!