Paranoid
poem by:
Frank Hornby .
Written
on Feb 17, 2017
" Lonliness is a miserable feeling, felt amongst a bustling crowd, paranoia sends your mind a reeling, imagine floating on a windswept cloud, So like the magicians sleight of hand, playing tricks on an already confused mind. Suddenly, I'm a castaway on a remote desert island, desperate to escape the evils of mankind, everyone is trying to hurt me, oh why can't I be left on my own? Just to be safely up in my own tree, don't need to talk into a stupid mobile phone! Whispering voices, deep inside my head, something I just can't avoid, why are they saying, I'm already dead?....I can't help feeling paranoid."
Tags: sad, anger, depressing, confused, dark,
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Christopher Russon commented:
So true a lot of people suffer with that problem well written poem Frank.
Frank Hornby .
commented:
Thanks Chris.......it's my version of what paranoia might be like .......I could be so wrong!........I apologise to genuine sufferers....
Maria Williams
commented:
well written ,you've summed up paranoia so well.
Frank Hornby .
commented:
....thank you Maria....
D'Vina
commented on Oct 02, 2017 at 6:58pm
Wowww.. Love this!
Frank Hornby .
commented on Oct 04, 2017 at 6:06pm
Thanks D'Vina......I think that I could live on a desert island.....I'm one who doesn't need a mobile phone!...
Dinesh Chauhan
commented on Feb 07, 2018 at 5:12am
nice
Dinesh Chauhan
commented on Feb 07, 2018 at 7:05am
i like the way you write
Fadrian Bartley
commented on Feb 07, 2018 at 12:42pm
explanatory
Frank Hornby .
commented on Feb 07, 2018 at 9:17pm
Thanks Dinesh, thanks Fadrian for your nice comments........
Dinesh Chauhan
commented on Feb 08, 2018 at 8:37am
good manipulation of words
