Inside they want out,

I give them a strong dark stout,

Quiet they give me, a short time,

Perhaps I should have included a lime…?

The voices, they scream at me,

They tell me to do injustices to thee,

To the left of me, to the right,

They interfere with my life,

They don’t allow sleep at night…

They say I see things that are not there,

I know not that they come from where,

I speak in reverse sentences & back words,

Write I do sometimes in riddles,

Their voices like screeching fiddles,

About my head within they do flitter like so many birds…