the voices

In my head  gifts collide,
so I can see the other side,
so I can hear the angels sing,
so I can thank them for the joy they bring.

The confusion my life doth entail,
like a babe inside I wail,
like a bird from pillar to post,
to curse myself a deamon host,

Spring ascend with colour and form,
to clear the skies, to calm the storm,
to drown the voices in my soul,
a human form, a human role.

Athens 1199