Too Many Voices
by Michael Doyle

The mourning after is brought by its happy day.
Maybe it amounts to the memory kept, and by the way.
How do I keep you today, hoping for our tomorrow,
Without my smile, sometimes slipping into sorrow.

If I should ever lose the love of your promise,
It would not be something I could easily dismiss.
There's an obvious justice trapped in my tragedy
Of looking into your eyes and witnessing your majesty.

Late nights spent with too many voices,
God knows my ADHD gives too many choices.
Able to hear a dog whistle with my ears,
Yours is the voice I need for all my years.

Rock, paper, scissors, we're only passing through.
All the same, I believe only you will ever do.
Time has its way of feigning its much ado.
Some of the best lies told were earnestly true.

The clouds that never rain fadeaway too soon,
Like spoken dreams shared under the orphan moon. 
Gathered pieces only hope to make the heart whole,
But they can't help the void you would leave in my soul.

Late nights spent with too many voices,
God knows my ADHD gives too many choices.
Able to hear a dog whistle with my ears,
Yours is the voice I need for all my years.

Imagination reaches its dramatic intensity,
And I find myself thunderstruck with the immensity.
I gaze into the rising sun and its temptation,
Wondering if your kiss and touch were my initiation.

My lines of poetry seek to justify their development,
Thoughts kept inside seek your touch for nourishment.
Dazed though I am at your rebuff, love is still the light,
And my love for you burns like an ember of what's right.

Late nights spent with too many voices,
God knows my ADHD gives too many choices.
Able to hear a dog whistle with my ears,
Yours is the voice I need for all my years.

(c) March 3, 2026   Michael Doyle
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