there they are,
all of them,
your entire history before you, and
they all have something to say
none of their voices are yours.
About this poem
I was going to call this “the voices inside my head”, but decided to go with the Tower of Babble motif instead.
Funny how we listen to what others say but too often we forget to listen to ourselves.
The picture was taken at a local carnival, a few years ago.