Post by Kevin D. Hobbs (@woodarch) on Thu, 24 Jun 21 14:00:16 +0000 Reposted by Poetry by H. J. Cross (@hjcross_poetry) on Sat, 26 Jun 21 06:56:02 +0000 View Original Post View Full Post The little voice whispers, The mind screams. The screams become maddening, and infect our dreams. The little voice leads you by suggestion The Big voice by demands. The choice of which to follow lies in your own hands.