Rantings and Ravings of a Not Yet Lunatic

I don’t hear voices       there is only one voice 

it is my voice 

   yes  

my voice spoken aloud 

—how else am I to fill the silences— 

as they say     it is only worrisome when I start answering back 

    I haven’t          of course 

       no 

these are only my soliloquies 

—to be, or not to be—  

or well I wonder what has come of my life               will this be all forever 

—am I to run and hide when my subconscious rears its ugly head— 

   maybe              now I am supposed to worry 

but I haven’t any more room for worry 

I could put it next to fear        no wait            next to stress 

oh—that won’t do 

insomnia and hypersomnia already reside there  

it’s much too late                 to worry anyways  

I have but one option that is just as damning but I must 

    reset                 no            escape from reality  

—to sleep, perchance to dream—