I am all alone.

In my basement,

writting this poem.

As I write,

I hear them.

They are calling out my name.

I try to ignore them, but they just get louder and louder.

No matter what I do, I can’t block them out.

I feel like I am an automatic writter.

Please, make them leave me alone!

I cry out, but know one hears me,

no one that is living anyway.

They hear me cry out for help,

help to get away from them.

They get angered and

Take my voice away.

Now, i can’t cry out for help.

I am helpless like a newborn child.

I try to run away,

upstairs to where my loving pets are.

I cuddle with my Dobberman, as i hold tightly

to my fearless pincher,

the voices seemed to have followed me.

I don’t know where else to go,

what else to do,

I am bewildered inside my own house.

Home alone with just my Pincher,

I just sit back and wait.

wait for something to happen.

I don’t care what happens,

just please, please make it stop.

I try one last time to speak to god,

my god in which I so desperatley need,

I don’t have a voice but I still have my soul.

I speak to father through what I have left.

At last, I cry out in amazment, the voices have stopped

and the sun is shinning.

Thank-you my god, thank-you.