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Noises

I hear them.

I hear them when I have closed my eyes.
I hear them when I am still awake.
I hear them every single night.
These noises follow me where ever I go.

The ghosts of my past.
The sins of the days to come.
They haunt my consciousness
They burn the very depths of my soul.

I close my ears.
I hear them.
I bar the doors.
I hear them.
I do nothing.
I still hear them.

They show me images.
Of what I have done
Of what I haven’t
Of what I could become
Of what I couldn’t.

I run away from them.
But I can’t hide.
They always find me
They always force me.
They force me to confront them.

One of these days, I think.
I’ll face them I say.
I’ll be brave
Tell them to go away.
But then they whisper

And I hear them again. 

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