The Voices

⚠️This poem contains metaphorical themes of psychological distress and haunting thoughts. Reader discretion advised⚠️ " They are there, Invisible, Intangible, Incomprehensible, But there. They look like a gust of wind, Like the gust has a human mind, They sound like ivies, creeping up my walls... They seemed to know my every grain,my every pulse,my every breath... They're there—unseen— just like pain. They whisper my name into my ears, They stare at me, like humans are rare in their world... They don't want to leave me... I don't want to hear their voices, Who are these invisible men? I can't name them... They say they love my soul, they eat it away, They say they will still be there even if I leave, They are turning me into one of them, They're there... I want to get out of this spiral but no. I love it. They love me." *Not related to any of my personal experience, just exploring different types of poems* Peace 🕊️ ✨✨✨ - Sanyu Chan~