They chatter, they whisper, they howl in my mind,
Three restless muses, tangled and twined.
One sings in riddles, sharp and sly,
One hums with sorrow, a long-drawn sigh,
The last one dances—wild, unchained,
A storm of thoughts, untamed, unnamed.
I beg them hush, I plead them go,
But they weave their tales, their endless woe.
They pull at reason, twist my fate,
Turning calm into fierce debate.
But here I stand, seeking light,
A hand to hold, a path made right.
Counselling calls—a beacon bright,
To hush the storm, to heal the night.
One day soon, they’ll fade away,
Their voices soft, their echoes gray.
And I’ll wake to morning’s golden hue,
A life that’s mine, a mind that’s new.
08/06/2025 ©Marcus Hazel-McGown
Marcus, has been involved in Internet applications since the dawn of time, He has managed teams, managed companies and managed an Autistic household too.
He has a massive interest in Scifi and fantasy novels, cooking, Amateur Radio and the Weather as well as many other subjects. Marcus has a Doctorate in Musicology, and is a lifetime scholar. If Marcus doesn't know the answer he will definitely find it!
