Voices

It's the kind of thing

that can't be seen

no matter how hard you try

it's only seen by me

and it's eating me alive

the house is always lit

but no one is around

I've always had a feeling,

that someone is near

yet the house is always empty

the wind howls by

I hear whispers from above

I hear them sing

they never ask questions

they just say hello

nothing more or less

I speak back to them

so people say I'm batty

but try staying here

and soon you will see

the things that are only seen by me