I hada voice inside my head that hissed and whispered subtle things.
Itried translating what it said, its rhythms, its insidious wings
Thatfluttered just behind my eyes, that washed my senses clean away;
Andthough it told me wicked lies, I thought it spoke not of decay,
Ofhorrors, but of angel wings.
Thevoice – I called it Other Me – crooning as a lover’s sigh,
Lullingme within my skull to instigate a mad reply.
Andthough it spoke of love of sorts, a soup of feelings round me flowed,
Yetstill I could not break the code,
Butyearned to tell the voice goodbye.
Butnow the Other Me has fled, inhabiting who knows what space?
Andleft me here, becalmed and blank, presenting but an empty face;
Surroundedby some careful others, gentle handling of my needs –
Whonever question, never judge, and deftly dismiss past misdeeds.
Imiss Other Me.
Itried translating what it said, its rhythms, its insidious wings
Thatfluttered just behind my eyes, that washed my senses clean away;
Andthough it told me wicked lies, I thought it spoke not of decay,
Ofhorrors, but of angel wings.
Thevoice – I called it Other Me – crooning as a lover’s sigh,
Lullingme within my skull to instigate a mad reply.
Andthough it spoke of love of sorts, a soup of feelings round me flowed,
Yetstill I could not break the code,
Butyearned to tell the voice goodbye.
Butnow the Other Me has fled, inhabiting who knows what space?
Andleft me here, becalmed and blank, presenting but an empty face;
Surroundedby some careful others, gentle handling of my needs –
Whonever question, never judge, and deftly dismiss past misdeeds.
Imiss Other Me.
