Crossing

Voices

Echoing, resonating

Within my perception

Of reality, of life

Calling into their presence

Silent to the world,

Yet a chorus to me

Whispers

Painfully soft

Caressing my eardrums,

From within my mind

Asking to heed their call,

Of promises, of hope

The empty beliefs

People

Not of reality, not of illusion

Residing calmly within

The folds of my heart

Each a memorial of the past,

Of what was, what would have been

But not in my control

Call

In the distance, a figment

Of imagination perhaps,

But what use is sanity

In this empty void

Filled with nothing for miles to see

That weighs more than the sky?

Reasons

Once existing, still there

Maybe if it was possible

To see deception

Would I see the reasons,

That so desperately stay

Through the passage of time?

Fate

A curse, a bane

To hear the voices, the call

To feel the people, the whispers

To see the reasons, unseen to all

Must I submit to this destiny?

Is there a choice?