The Voice
There's a voice in here.
Nobody else can hear it;
but the sounds don't go.
"It’ll never be enough"
The voice repeats itself over;
but I have no control.
The drugs worsen it.
They aren't a crutch but a curse;
just my modern heel.
I seem to be alone
in this world; for no one knows
how I really feel.
But with tightened words,
they strike me and will not go;
until they see decay.
I'm starting to break,
as blood spreads across the floor;
The voice stays today.
Little bit of context to this one, it's about my struggles with anti-depressants that I wrote back in 2022, during probably the worst part of my life so far. I hadn't realized how bad, but the medicine I was taking had altered my mood so much that I was no longer myself, and had contemplated suicide on an almost daily basis even while taking this. I actually submitted this for a poetry competition in 2023, but it's one of the earlier works I have.
Everything is a haiku, split into 6 of them seperately
The original name of the poem was "The Heel", supposed to be a reference to Achilles' Heel and a play on the word Heal, but I rewrote it before submitting it to make it more centered around the voice.
Each haiku has a semicolon used properly. A semicolon is used when an author could've chosen to end their sentence, but chose not to.
It's one of my weaker poems, but my favorite nevertheless because of the story.