The voices
The voices-they are all around me.
The voices express sorrow, anger and pain.
The voices scream, laugh and cry.
They have nothing to lose and yet nothing to gain.
So they just shed a tear and wonder "Why?"
They are not the voices inside my head
But they are the voices of the dead.
They ask me for help, for revenge, for mercy.
And I ask them to go away and just let me be.
But still they come right back to me
Because I'm the only one who can see,
The faces of those who have been
BURIED.