Voice

This voice. This is madness, isn’t it? Sense niggles, though logic is lost I can hear its cries But it shouts louder And it won’t let go All these unheard echoes That haunt my head I give in for a little while And it eases…for a little while So I slip my mask back on … More Voice

Free from this

Sometimes it was just too tempting to sit, huddled in her soft cotton pyjamas, a steaming cup of tea clasped between her fingertips. When she shouted like that it was the only thing Gillian could think to do. Retreat under the covers, close the curtains, turn the television up loud, block the sound. But she … More Free from this