I can’t stop my mind to kiss the darkness
All the unpleasant assumptions
All the nightmarish frustrations
Make me so hard to gain warmness
Will the nightmarish horror find out?
The poor flesh of my body
The target of unpleasant jeopardy
I say; i am pretty freaking out!
And the world is a big waiting room
Where i am sitting and waiting
Where the chair is frustrating
Will it be the cheerful sunshine or doom?
And here i am; staying inside
And this uncanny room is narrowly tight.
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Author:
Travis Kasparov (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Sad
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Comments1
You encapsulated paranoia so well in this poem. It really is an eerie sense that one gets. Bravo!
Yes, that’s true. By the way, i encapsulated my paranoia in my poem to make myself to feel much better. For me, writting a poem is therapeutic activity to help myself to deal with the dread. Thanks for appreciating my poem 🙂
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