Faye Sizemore

VOICES

He was a Vietnam vet living alone
with post traumatic stress
All his friends had up and gone…
not understanding his duress

“In the nighttime silence
I can hear voices there…
just beyond that hedgerow
where the shadows dance”

“Listen… listen…”
He implored
“Can you can hear them too
… calling out cadence…”

“Do you hear them?”
His eyes were wide
‘No… no… I can’t…’
he would know had I lied

“I don’t either… now…”
he replied
“They are always silent
when someone is by my side…”