Words

It was quiet and in the darkness came a voice that I knew from my childhood. Dark and raspy it called me to it, further into the blackness of my memories. I fought its primal call. I sang a tune, I closed my eyes and ears, but to no avail, the voice was in my head. I had once vowed that I would never again heed the call. It was a part of my past that I had locked behind the walls of subconscious, away from the waking eyes of those who walk among the light. I hated to hear it, and never wanted to hear it again, but now it had found a crack in the wall and it’s ugliness seeps out spilling into my waking day.