It start’s with a nagging
at the back of my head
the voices
they whisper
I shield them, fight back.

But soon they get louder
nagging turns into fear;
I look over my shoulder.
The next rainstorm is near.

And the voices they shout:
Don’t go there.
Be careful.
Don’t do this.
Watch out.
But I stumble, won’t listen
There’s no easy way out.

Fear turns into panic
the scene is a mess
I can barely make out
single thoughts
and I press
all the buttons I can reach
in my heart and my head
All the doors I kept close
I now open instead.

And the voices now screaming:
Don’t go there.
Be careful.
Don’t do this.
Watch out.
But I stumble, won’t listen
There’s no easy way out.

Until I drop
and I fall
see the depth of it all.
I scream and I shout
first in silence then out loud
until finally I hit
first rock bottom then the ground
where I lie
feeling numb
only darkness all around.

The voices now silent
this feels like the end;
just the fear right beside me
gently touching my hand.

I look at her, asking
„Where should I go?“
She points at the moon
glowing brightly above.

Slowly I rise,
pull my hands from the ground.
Feel the cold breeze,
the fresh air
Some new life all around.