poem to schizophrenia

Last night when i was falling asleep
i heard voices
they Do not call me
But they must be heard


Lost voices in my memory
Voices that i do not remember
That not know who they are
But they are there and that's mean something



I suppose they are the filter
between consciousness
and unconsciousness


I suppose they are the bridge
joining the inconsistencies
of dreams


I would listen, and write
I'll go to sleep....