A Voice in My Mind

On a windy autumn night
As I stroll through the lonely streets
Contemplating my dismal plight
Thinking through my failures and defeats

I hear a whisper in the air
At first just a tiny wisp of sound
So light that I could barely hear
Yet slowly it grew more profound

It gets louder, louder still
It grows into grating, ceaseless chatter
Suddenly it becomes so shrill
Causing my thoughts to spin and shatter

All of a sudden it becomes a scream
A never ending ring in my ears
I close my eyes and wonder if it's a dream
I look around me to see no one there

And at last I begin to apprehend
The voice, the sound is in my mind
I try to make the scream end
But rest from this I could not find

And that voice is still bound to me
Wherever I might wish to go
It does not stop; it does not cease
Slowly I descend into insanity