Wednesday, May 22, 2024

Poem: Fools Errand

Paranoia dripping from words

That spin out of control

Caught off balance 

By foolish thoughts

Of course you’re wrong

Right?

They tell you nothing exists

As panic starts to rise

A hateful parasite

Attacking sunlight

Ushering darkness

Falling on knees

Gasping for breath 

An assault of the will

Held at the point of a gun

Loaded with lies

Cocking back insults

Like they’re at the range

You’re the target

Tied up with red strings

Once tying you to yours 

And yours to make believe

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