Voice
It is the chaos in the mind
And the turmoil in the heart
It is somehow unkind
And keeps sanity apart
It is music to the ears
At times it pricks the soul
It becomes silent to fears
At times echoes like extol
Inner voice in dilemma always
But only if heard it befriends to be along pathways.
#sonnet
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