Voices Poem by David Olughu

Voices in my head,
like roses on my bed.
Sounds I earnestly dread;
choked by my religion's thin thread.

Voices in my head,
against my will I'm always led.
Little by little, I always bled;
then the voices cheered and fled.

Voices in my head,
I'm seen as an illiterate nerd.
A baby with a beard.
In the sight of all, I am feared.

Voices in my head,
voice of angels I have heard.
Through encounters, my old self have I shed.
This good news must be shared.

#TheMouthpiece