Voices

Voices,

Inside,

Echoing,

Riding the crests,

Hiding in the troughs,

A cacophony of decibels,

Sweet and soft notes,

And also sharp ones,

Painful and consoling,

They just ring on.

Reminding me of painful memories,

Shaded and pale with time,

Or just harkening back to days of joy,

Singing the mirthful tunes.

A syllabic rhapsody,

That plays on and on.

It makes me tired,

As silence I yearn,

Reposing in a tranquil slumber,

That is no more!

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