Voices In My Head (Poetry)

Sometimes I wish the
voices would shut up —
just go away and
leave me perfectly
alone for a while

I get so bored with
the tedious and
relentless nagging
of my soul to hang
on — all is not lost

But every day is
like the last one — one
step forward two back
no progress no change
all plans go off track

Frustration mounting
stretched patience will snap
and scream down conscience
squash reasoning flat
I have no belief

I yearn to look out
on a vast smooth sea
not a ship in sight
I’d drift like a gull
this world’s not for me