That . . .haunting voice
If you've ever awoke from anesthesia you know the sound of that voice. As some nurses face peers over you, shaking you gently. Urging you to wake the hell up so they can wheel you into recovery. The voice kind of sounds far off, distant and kind of echoish.
Today I decided it's about time people had some inkling of what I sound like. I thought I could read one of my journal entries and somehow just felt awkward hearing myself do that. So instead I bring you a very hammed up, taking myself way too seriously recitation of my poem Haunted. This is where that anesthesia voice comes in, complete with echo. That's just what it reminds me of.
hear me spew poetry
HAUNTED
The eyes do not lie
Weakening the surface of the social masks we wear
A bruised and battered soul can betray the prettiest smile
As the pain seeps through to the surface
Speaking volumes to our emotions and life experience