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PARANOIA.
Sobbing in Empty Wails of Paranoia
My sunless place has no moon
Alive, but voices say I’m dead
Seeds sprout in my pant cuffs while
dens of hungry wolves prowl.
Invisible boundaries constrain me, allowing
voices to suck my soul and spit it out.
Corroded bullets fester in my head
watching demons rip my body parts.
Demented dittos pound my feet as
percussion instruments hammer.
Scabbed wounds peeled and violated
watch enemies trying to climb my walls.
Pick axes dig into my skin in pockmarks
yet wicked world is blank and hollow.
I’m struggling and sinking in quagmire
of broken brains and threatening daggers.
End is black in looming shadows
as pages of my life sob in empty wails.

sandflea68
@El_Tennze

Clburdett
The seeds spouting in the cuffs is a really good line esp with how your poem is on paranoia...don't like those ankle biters, either...eeeeeooouuch... :)

sandflea68
@Ciburdett Thank you so much for your great comments!

sandflea68
@RubyPond Thank you, my friend.

sandflea68
@Ciburdett Thank you for reposting this.

sandflea68
@Soulhearts Thank you so much, my friend.

El_Tennze
capturing feelings of paranoia, just awesome.

sandflea68
@El_Tennze Thank you so much, my friend, and thank you for reposting it!

El_Tennze
you just really write so well. Hats off.

sandflea68
@El_Tennze What a wonderful comment!