Four Little Voices In My Head

Four voices in my head

That greet me every
morning

The first to speak when I
arouse, is dread

“Damn it, Bloody damn
it. Another day at work...”

But, I speak to these
voices little voices

To reassure them, and
keep them at bay.

“Hang in there, it's
another day to 'till the weekend”

A little voice booms in
my head

For Anger has awoken.

“Poxy Job! Poxy poxy
living!-”

“-I hate it! I hate his
guts! I spit at this life!”

I sigh and and calm him
down.

“Listen, we are all in
this together, remember?”

A little voice weeps in
my head

Despair wants no more.

“I can't stand this, I
cannot live like this any more....”

“I need it to end...”

I sigh a little, before
comforting him.

“Keep strong...”-I
say

-”,,,We've gotten this
far, we cannot give up now!”

Yet, despite my assuring
words

Those little voices still
continue to battle with each other

In a mental war with myself.

I shake my head and let out a groan

“When will this ever end?”

I ask myself out loud...

Then a voice speaks

Drowning out the others.

He speaks clearly and calmly to me.

“Be patient, your time will come.”

“I've already waited long enough!” I retort back.

“You can keep going long after you think you can't” Reminded that voice.

Despite such words, all I do is growl in frustration

And brush past that voice
aside.

And yet, that voice I
discouraged

Was Hope.