A Septenary of Paranoia
A Septenary Of Paranoia
Act one (My Fears)
Hostile eyes in the snipers sight,
Familiar strangers that stalk at night.
- It's dark and the bullets hurt.
My fears ooze from my bloodstained shirt.
"I feel scared!"
(Exit courage)
Act two (My Critics)
Furtive fingers that point with scorn,
Like all the hecklers yet to be born.
- Their embryo's kick inside
My critics ridicule my fragile pride.
"I feel targeted!"
(Enter friends, lovers and enemies)
Act three (My Enemies)
Whispering corners beckon me
Into the dark chambers of insanity.
- I feel my stomach knotting,
My enemies gathering, sneering and plotting.
"I feel victimised!"
(Enemies sit with the audience)
Act four (My Loves)
Anonymous lovenotes I never read,
Depict emotions that fill my head,
- To be alone at whatever cost,
My loves, my dreams forever lost.
"I feel lonely!"
(Exit happiness)
Act five (My Friends)
Peripheral acquaintances soon agree
To acknowledge, in secret, my destiny,
- The future is a futile hope I hold,
My friends are fickle and are turning cold.
"I feel isolated!"
(Exit community)
Act six (My Faith)
Collaboration on an epic scale
Between the righteous and those that fail.
- The devil conspires with my distorted truth,
My faith, my god, my only proof.
"I hear voices!"
(Enter paranoid existence)
Act seven (My Life)
The overwhelming prejudices I try to hide
Have eliminated any remaining pride.
- Dignity has forsaken me.
My life, therefore, has taken me.
"I feel normal!"
(No encore, final bow, curtain)
The End
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Copyright © Robert Horton | Year Posted 2015
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