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( votes)Paranoia
written by: Anne G
@TheInkTruth
Knock Knock,
who can it be?
Knock Knock,
I cannot see.
Who's there?
I do not know.
My heart is pounding
my blood congealed
I'm so afraid
I barely breathe.
Knock Knock,
please leave I'm scared.
It's time to pray
to live once more
another day.
Knock Knock ...
the pounding stops.
Is it just Fear
or is Death here?
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Paranoia wins again.
Anne G
JUNE 2016 AUTHOR OF THE MONTH at Spillwords.com
Why write?
I write because I am:
Driven to distraction by the inequities of the society in which we live.
Motivated by cruelty, abuse, ignorance and indifference.
My intention: To poke, prod and provoke!
"Moderation is a fatal thing. Nothing succeeds like excess." - Oscar Wilde
I write because I am:
Driven to distraction by the inequities of the society in which we live.
Motivated by cruelty, abuse, ignorance and indifference.
My intention: To poke, prod and provoke!
"Moderation is a fatal thing. Nothing succeeds like excess." - Oscar Wilde
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