A thin line

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 Offline)
  • Published: November 23rd, 2022 06:08
  • Comment from author about the poem: There is a thin line between genius and madness
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  • crypticbard

    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.

    • sorenbarrett

      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.

      • crypticbard

        Grey was for the longest time my favourite ’colour.’

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