Out of brilliance sprouts sensitivity
Feeding on details is its proclivity
Occasional distortions spawn bacterial suspicion
Fear of weakness, makes it overprotective of derision
A tendency toward exaggeration, in such a vivid imagination
Can only lead to misinterpretation, violence and aggravation
In the fever of jealousy and hatred it does live
Completely unable grudges to forgive.
With insecurity it uses projection
Blaming others for its own imperfection
Breeding on the stress of paranoia's cancerous mold
Tumors of inflexibility begin to unfold
Although still able to perform complex calculations
Now its memory is full of conspiratorial fabrications
In a final attempt to preserve its expectations
It tumbles headlong into delusions and hallucinations
- Author: sorenbarrett ( Offline)
- Published: November 23rd, 2022 06:08
- Comment from author about the poem: There is a thin line between genius and madness
- Category: Unclassified
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So thin in fact that one does overlap the other that is dominant. Growing up they told us that everyone has a dash of neuroses, one and all. The human mind is not black or white but actually filled with much grey matter. LOL. Good to be reading this. Thanks Soren. /Rik.
Thanks crypticbard for the review and comment. Freud said that everyone is either psychotic or neurotic so take your pick. Grey is good, its the black or white that get us into trouble.
Grey was for the longest time my favourite ’colour.’
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