Voices of the open window

Voices of the open window by dan ankers Voices of the dead, rising howling outside bidding me to join them one by one, their numbers climb Holed up I am all alone “Why stay in there, when you could be out here with us?” Their voices seem to say.. But, that is only me It’s in my head, as I struggle to contain the power of their refrain… (its effect upon my brain is inhumane) I remember when I used to shop I remember when I was a human being Now, it seems, for the lack of all companionship I have become as good as dead inside Not useful to anyone at all when will I no longer hide? It seems, in a swirl of rich and caustic comprehension, as I swap my delusions for stark and unforgiving revelation It is I who lives the secondary life of the unliving, and I am the one deceased amidst the tide of voices, all stretching in their vocal power , one by one to woo me “Please come outside.” -lol I need to get outside today-