My Dark Poems

Paranoia

The young boy

Sat at the wooden table

Scratching behind

His ear

Mumbling to himself

Glancing up

Glancing down

As fast as he could

Towards the crowd

Then to the ground

Their whispers

Ate at his sides

Burned holes

Through his eyes

They are talking about me, he thought

He quickly stood

Then looked back at them

His hands shaking

But constricted by his jean pockets

He placed his black hood

Over his head

And left the mall

That was lit

To the night

That welcomed him

With a hiss

He was walking behind a woman

Who changed her turns

Emerged on different streets

Her heels tapping

On the concrete

As she looked behind her

With a sharp turn of her head

Then she turned back around

As his face was shadowed

With his eyes towards the ground

Her eyes were wide

Like an owl

As hoots

Swallowed her mind

The boy continued to walk

Ear buds in his head

Screaming bands

Engulfing his senses

Stealing his attention

But he never held

Evil intentions

Scratching behind his ears

I wonder what they were saying about me,

he thought

There was a sharp

Turn

Before he felt a burn

In his eyes

That churned

Like a bullet to a bird

The woman sprayed

The poison towards his face

Thinking, My purse he will not take

As he gasped and screamed

Wondering why

The woman would try to blind

Him

He would rather be deaf

Instead

For if he could not hear

He would have never left

The mall that was lit

To the night

That welcomed him

With a hiss