beneath these covers
                      the womb
dark, familar, secure
but it does not 
                      keep the voices out

they are screaming again
i feel their anger
why must they rage

why do they hate God
does love make hate

i am afraid 
dearest God, i am scared
i hate this

the voices come thru
i hate this world
save me God

i hate them
i am anger
i am rage
don't you hear me God
or do you hate me too
does somebody hear me

beneath these covers


         Phoenix   87