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?
_
Paranoia wins again.
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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