Voices

A poem I wrote for school modeled on "Birches" by Robert Frost.

Voices

Pen scratches paper
Releasing my thoughts
Like doves

Silence for anyone but me.
The characters in my head
Scream to be set free.

Slowly but surely,
Their voices subside
To whispers
As they begin to talk
For themselves
On the paper

They whisper
A faint buzz
In the back of my mind
"Make me talk,"
"Make me move."

My hand aches
But I must write
Before the ideas
Bubble over my head
And are gone forever.