CMW (May 3,1946 / Manhattan, Kansas)

I Can Hear The Voice

I can hear the voice of impending mortality in
your mind that is winging its way toward
heaven’s gate. You try to ignore it daily, but like
an irritating mosquito it leaves only to return
taking you by surprise when you least expect it.

I am quite sure you don’t realize I am aware, and
would gladly swat it away if only I could.
Instead I will try to keep quiet when that voice
becomes so loud it makes you burst into angry words
that you regret once they leave your lips.

Soon after you are saying “Want some ice cream
honey? ” I reply no, and I really do know.

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