Poem - The voice behind your eye

The voice behind your eye
By Alexander Hewitt

Tis a story
That is true.
One so told
From me, to you.

A tale that's held
Behind your eye,
So hold it tight
And do not cry.

For eyes are doorways
To the soul,
And tears a carriage
To their goal.

And demons held
Behind such walls
Must never darken
Others halls.

It's sounding grim
But do not fear,
Just smile a grin
From ear to ear.

Block the pain
Behind your heart
And let it fester
From the start.

Feed the beast
In all it's glory.
Feel it grow
In might and story.

Do not let
The others see.
Do not show
The pain in thee.

Do not gather
Help from them.
You don't need it,
Root nor stem.

Relax and let
The darkness grow.
Why should you fight it?
You're too slow.

And in the end
When you're alone,
And you realise
How I've grown...

When tears have left you,
Friends have gone,
And nothing seems
To light your song...

That voice that brought you
Misery...
You will find,
That voice was me.

You and I
Have much to do.
So say goodnight.
This time, it's true.