THE PARANOID BALLET -- PART I.

A writing experiment.

you can only pace

back in forth

in an empty room

for so long

before you furrow your brow,

and narrow your gaze,

turn and ask

the obvious question ;

" where the hell did all

the furniture go? "

Author's Note

I'm writing this poem at 9:21 PM, unmedicated, full of anxious thoughts. My plan is to write this feeling down and approach this same topic after I've taken my next medication dose to see if I still feel the same.

Reviews

[Buddhistboy73]

This is an intriguing and clever poem...

It sounds like someone experiencing cabin fever after being cooped up somewhere for too long....

Short, yet deep in its message....

Thanks for sharing.....and I liked the final 2 lines....:)

BB73

[Michael Sun Bear]

It’s a great poem, and I am sorry for how you are feeling.

[Emunah June.]

Thank you. I wouldn't go so far as to call it "great", more like "experimental", but I am glad you got some enjoyment out of it! I answered your message, I am fine, please dont be sorry!