It all started the night my father shot himself. 

    That’s when the voices came

    Night after night

    They whisper

    I cannot understand them

    Yet they demand answers

    They start quietly

    Getting Louder and Louder

    As the night progresses

    Soon the whispers become screams

    I hear their suffering, their anguish

    There is nothing I can do

    But listen.

    I go to mother to make sense of it all

    She tells me she hears them too

    Did dad hear them ?

    She says he never did

    This is our burden now

    What kind of monster was he?