Mind Puzzles

The cool winter air whispers into my ear,

A sign of trauma ahead

This causes a harsh jolt down my spine,

Which would shake the heavens

Why do I have this built up paranoia?
It sits in my mind,

Like a jailbird in his cell

Plotting away,

As I try to move on

It sucks me back in and clutches,

Will it ever let go?
The probable answer is no.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[EMP]

i really like this, it's so poweful. i really love your poems :) keep writing :) x

[Lady Lazarus.]

paranoia is such a painful thing.
It can tear you apart.
Your poems are so raw and elegant and deep and beautiful and just frankly....perfect.
This is what poetry should be.....