The dark voice whispers words into his ear
Words that he isn’t attuned to hearing
Yet words he isn’t reluctant to hear
Words that make his fears come alive
Words that bring deep doubts to the forefront
Irrational plans form in his mind
Dangerous plans, audacious plans
Which he knows he will never follow through
And yet, the voices push him ever closer
An awkward shove that might get him over the edge
They only need a little bit of power
To take control of all the boy’s goodness
Still, they cannot take his faith
Which is rooted steadfast
But the voices know they have his mind
Plunged into sadness, loneliness, hurt
They know they can make him succumb
They can make him shut out those who care
They can make him hurt alone
And feel alone
Dreadfully alone
Perhaps he was convinced from the start
He tries to turn back
To his good natured ways
But there are always
The voices….