Voices

Once I lived in fear
that they might

also begin for me
and what made

the waiting worse
was knowing

that by the time
they began

I would probably
no longer understand

them to be
the epiphenomena

of a derailed mind
but would instead

know them to be
unequivocally real

and caused
and directed

by Them the known
and unknown conspirators

striving 24/7
to achieve my undoing

which they would
in fact also be

despite not being real
Them and them

the conspirators
and the voices

but more the voices
which I waited for

for so long
I was so young

I almost missed them
when they didn’t come