Inside Voice

Who said I knew nothing,

Of the breeze that glides through trees.

Their leaves sing songs of grace,

Vibrating to and thro with ease.

Who said I cared not,

For the puffs of cloud that rain -

Tears of the sky -

Another heavy burden to be slain.

Like this voice inside my head,

Who whispers songs at night

Of Melodies to fear,

And sinful souls to smite.

One of which I am — selfish, dim, and vain.

“Who said I needed life?”

Demands the voice inside my head,

And time and time again,

I listen, all the same.

~Feathertales