Last night,
In the early hours,
As the candles began to gutter,
Even as my eyes grew heavy,
And the evenings ale wore off,
I had a totally sane gab,
A completely lucid discourse,
With one of the voices,
Inside my cranium,
Or maybe several,
Voices of all pitches,
Their words cut into me,
Dark blades of tongues,
The points they raise are evil yet compelling,
I’m not fit for society,
The moon tried to interrupt,
Drawing me towards sleep,
Its song couldn’t be dampened,
Much to my minds dismay,
The voices continue their assault,
Sleep was no escape,
A failed escape attempt,
The voices followed,
The debate raged on,
In my nightmares.
WorldofHarley 
So sorry. Hope the voices will calm down to a dull roar!
Thank you. I do too!
The Oldschool Harlequin
I don’t “hear voices “ per se…but my thoughts lately have been very scrambled and all over the place. My springtime allergies are requiring me to take antihistamines and sometimes those affect my dreams. Very strange. And it is unsettling.
I can imagine. It’s enough to cause distress at the best of times.
The Oldschool Harlequin