A Voice Deep Inside Me

There's a voice deep inside me,
that still tries to get out

No matter my mission,
it screams and it shouts

Its call is then loudest,
on those darkest of nights

When my mind seeks new refuge,
from this Seraph's delight

I toss and I turn,
but it speaks louder still

As its words start to burn,
from new vision distilled

No barter or denial,
will turn back its call

The Muse is on fire,
—my pen can no longer stall

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March,2015)

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Mary Elizabeth Frye

Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep

Comments (28)

Nicely captured with clarity of thought and mind. A beautiful poem elegantly brought forth with conviction. Thanks for sharing Kurt.
Dear poet, It's a wonderful poem with deep philosophical insight. Thanks for sharing with us. Chandan
And don't we all have that voice that's longing to get out, longing to be heard. I am new here and your poem is the first I have read and I have to say it's a great poem, one that I can relate to so much, thank you for sharing it =)
When the muse is on fire, your pen will be smokin'. Congrats on poem of the day, Kurt. Well deserved.
Such a captivating title I read even more in your words. Keep that ink flowing.
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