My Poems

paranoia

Am I the only one who sees figures in the dark?

A whisper in the ear, a scream, a spark?

Where you're not looking, it's creeping up on you.

Through the shadows it lurches toward you.

You freeze, you look, nothing's there.

As soon as you turn your back you feel it's stare.

Something's there, beyond where you can't see.

Reaching it's fingers, it's claws, it's teeth.

Hidden from your sight, it causes a fright.

A sinister grin, such delight.

Every noise you hear is a sound it made.

Maybe you need some hospital aid.

It follows you, wherever you go.

Not it's body, but it's aura does show.

It's almost on top of you, you turn just in time.

Disappeared, out of sight, always in mind.

You hide under blankets as if they are armor.

You don't want to be in this house you've lost your honor.

Sure you're tired, the silence is so loud.

Quietly it slips making no sound.

It's all a trick, something's always up their sleeves.

It needs to but never flees.

Your burning eyes never sleep.

Behind that corner someone will jump out.

Especially When your mind has paranoia floating about.