Voices echo inside my head
Struggling to follow the thread
Listening to the reverb and resonance
Words lost without their context or circumstance

A rising din from human lips
My eyes are closed, attention dips
Conflicting ideas fighting to top the scale
Mind and body are open, exposed and frail

Sights and sounds from when I was free
Memory of a memory
Nothing but four blank walls have I ever known
The voices have no form. I am on my own