The voice inside me.

Again I stand up to a dark morning and listening…
and I know that nothing really matter…
There are times when I hear something inside me…
and I know that it is only inside of me…
Words like sit together to form sentences…
and I know that it smash my fortress…
The voice inside me makes me hear things that are gone…
and I know my hours are too short…

Tells me what to do and how I shall be…
so fervently urged that it is hardly to bear…
Tells me what it is I want most of all in the world…
so hopelessly lost because I can not follow its movements…
Tells me of all my dreams and hopes of happiness…
so vain in my quest and in its soul to dive…
Tells me that true love exists somewhere…
so long way off, and I can not go there…

In one and everything, I all that is us and what we are is told here…
everything vibrates so rapidly that we see nothing…
Therefore we fade into its rhythm so we can see the light mass isn’t there…
everything is energy and there is no mass that we all believe in right here…
We blink slowly to see that in the light it all gathers…
one day we are again in the light, together forever…
Trust me on this one, I know the message…
and I know that for us it is a short time, while the light is an eternity…

Again, I go to bed while the voice buzzing in my head…
and I know that it does not keep its promises…
Quietly I listen to the sounds in the room and trying to keep out the voice…
and I know that it will never leave me or want me forget…
The words that seduces you and me can be heard as stars singing…
and I know it might be the same song…
One can feel like a life lived in the unseen…
and I know it because it was what happened…

In one and everything, I all that is all of us and what we are told here…
everything vibrates so rapidly that we see nothing…
Therefore we fade in the rhythm so we can see the light mass isn’t there…
everything is energy and there is no mass that we all believe in right here…
We blink slowly to see that in the light all gathers…
one day we are again in the light, together forever…
Trust me on this one, I know the message…
and I know that for us it is a short time, while the light is an eternity…

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About jachso

Hey Destiny Poets. I live in Denmark about 90 km from Copenhagen and works in Roskilde as a teacher and mentor. I'm probably not like most men of my age and yes I am aged 50 years old. I've tried a lot of jobs without finding what I'm passionate about. Writing, I have always loved and I was probably just 14 years old when I produced my first poem. I have not yet been released some of my poems, but I hope it happens one day. I just finished a novel which I would like to have published, now the time and talent show whether I have the ability to write. Poetry has a special meaning for me and this is where I really feel at home. My life has sometimes been marked by many losses. In the mid eighties, I lost my fiance at the time when the accident happened was pregnant. She lost control of the car and drove herself and her child, who was on his way thereby, to death. It has really made its mark on my life and way of thinking. In the late nineties, I had problems with my back and had to seek other avenues to support myself. I finally decided to enroll at university and was admitted to the humanist line. I read philosophy, science, psychology, journalism and history, but philosophy and psychology is my major interest. I thrive today in the RUC aka Roskilde University just 25 km from Copenhagen. My job is to guide and teach, and it is a job with speed and that gives me a lot again. I have two collections of poems ready to be released, if I can find a publisher who will publish them. I have no children, it would obviously be my lot in life although I have tried, but luck never smiled at me that way. If you have any questions for me so I hope you just ask away all you want, I'll respond as soon as I have read the questions. With kindest regards from Jan Sorensen

1 thought on “The voice inside me.

  1. Louis Kasatkin

    An intense work that is highly evocative of interior character monologues which are usually found in novels.This requires several re-readings in order to appreciate its true effects.

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