It Was
It was like a gentle brush against his ear
A voice was there that shouldn’t be there
One only he could hear
It was warmth
It was tolerance
It was fear
It wasn’t pretty or comforting
It was fact
Do this – do that
Whatever the voice said – he did
It was indulgent
It was bright
It was there
They don’t understand you
It said
They don’t love you
It cooed
They don’t need you
It beckoned
But I do
And that – that was enough
It was right
It was left
It was up
It was down
It was all-a-round
That voice was something out of the dark
Something he could never see, but hear
Always hear
Like a black void - tangible
So close to the surface
But just out of reach
Always, always just out of reach
It was sight
It was sound
It was breath
It was death
Never second guess
Never show doubt
Follow it anywhere – everywhere
Even off that cliff
A voice was there that shouldn’t be there
One only he could hear
It was warmth
It was tolerance
It was fear
It wasn’t pretty or comforting
It was fact
Do this – do that
Whatever the voice said – he did
It was indulgent
It was bright
It was there
They don’t understand you
It said
They don’t love you
It cooed
They don’t need you
It beckoned
But I do
And that – that was enough
It was right
It was left
It was up
It was down
It was all-a-round
That voice was something out of the dark
Something he could never see, but hear
Always hear
Like a black void - tangible
So close to the surface
But just out of reach
Always, always just out of reach
It was sight
It was sound
It was breath
It was death
Never second guess
Never show doubt
Follow it anywhere – everywhere
Even off that cliff
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April's Poem Prompt Challenge - April 15: demons