The voice

I heard the voice — whirling in my ears
like a breeze whistling on leaves
with the bluster of November not expecting
December to overshadow it — though 
in my delirium I could not find it.

The voice — alien and incoherent as it seized
my mind without a through to the impression
it left — told me to leave (bounded
in lunacy and invisible) to 
the irrational rabble wrapped in regret.

Was it mania — a psychic knot tied
to some forgotten tram unspooling and
unwelcome — or merely benign?
I am not delusional enough 
to think I know the difference.

Phillip Knight Scott | © 2019

Written for a few prompts:

I am thrilled, delighted, terrified and other emotions to announce that my first collection of poetry — PAINT THE LIVING PLANT THE DEAD — is now available to purchase. Check it out!

Published by Phillip Knight Scott

My name is Phillip. I am a Tar Heel born and bred and watch every Yankees game I can. I'm still searching for my own TARDIS. My first novel, "The Alien in the Backseat," is available now!

30 thoughts on “The voice

  1. Amazing piece, Phillip! The voice, whether our sub-conscious or from another source can be unnerving. Do we dare to listen?

    I love the imagery, the pace and especially the finale! Thank you so much for joining the challenge.


  2. Introspection can be unnerving indeed. As an actor I released several unfamiliar faces and voices. Each of us are so much more than we perceive.


  3. This one drew a big sigh from me … such a gorgeous opening line that lures the reader right in!! ❤️ Congratulations on your book!! That’s great 😀

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