Voices
       

Is it ever our own voice
with which we speak, and
is what we say ever what
we really mean to say?
We spin the verbal dice
and make our choice.

Slowly, as we master the
alphabet's strange signs,
words form, sentences,
paragraphs, pages, but
whose thoughts are they
that they convey?
Is anything our own?

And that face, those eyes, that
tantalising smile ... who's hiding there
beneath the make-up, phony style?

Masks, mystery, mirrors,
an endless maze. Everything
deceives our gaze, is something
else, nothing's what it seems,

except perhaps in unexpected
dreams, or startling voices that
shake you in the night, and scream.

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Copyright © 2018 Jeremy Robson All rights reserved
from Subject Matters
Smokestack Books
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission