His Paranoia Read Count : 23

Category : Poems

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There I lay, amongst my person, in bed.

The darkness shrouding me in a atomsphere of malice and overthinking.

It seems like I grow more aware of my future, of what surrounds me, a little too aware.

I am told hy some that this is okay, a little thinking ahead is healthy,
yet this, within my mind, is not thinking ahead. It is a growing fear, a sleep sapping vampire, a time consuming devil.

And there I stand within my mind, the millions of pieces I have created

It was my doing, yet not on purpose. I desired to see a molecule, not a planet of my possible future.

At my feet, pieces of the future, possible to arrive, all of which I am afraid of.

Such pieces I have layed before me within me.

Afraid would be a insect to what I feel, due to far too much thinking ahead.

I find that petrified suits my situation best, and, at times, there is no word that can fit into place what I feel.




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  • Maurice  Beres

    Maurice Beres

    Fine writing 🦋sad commentary 🦋

    Jul 26, 2019

  • Jul 26, 2019

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