The Voice

The day the Voice moved in with me. He brought his good friend fear. Said, We all share your heart and soul… You’ll soon forget were here. “

The day the Voice moved in with me. Peace and sleep moved out. The addict he was at the door and the Voice did jump and shout!

Said we like you, we like it here, we know you like us too. And we know you’ll like our friends, cause true friends are so few.

The Voice would talk for hours about nothing much at all. All the noise would wake the fears and the drunk would wake withdrawal. Years had passed in tears and stains and I had to kill the fear. The drunk he left in the middle of night; said he didn’t like it here.

The Voice returns sometimes when I sleep, but he’s gone when I awake. The strength it took to kill the fear was more than he could take. And the drunk is with the addict and they live from coast to coast… And sometimes when I pray to God I pray you’re not their host.

Singing, “We like you, we like it here, we know you like us too, and we know you will like our friends cause true friends are so few.”

Dennis Mantin

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