Mind Sotto Voce

Voices flood the gates of my audio perception Some of bravery, some of fear, Some of indecision and of doubt, Some of shear optimism They are all reflected on my mental mirror Inspirations becloud my mind As with voices from the Ghostly world Pounding me with ideas Promptings that make me want to beseech Voices I hear all over I hear them as though friends Known and unknown they all seem And from a distant land They picket, lull, and confuse in deterrent Sotto Voce Should conversations which ought lead … My mental fabric is drenched With no sun to scotch it dry Voices sending me on an errand Be whatever you want.