Love And Paranoia Poem by Phil Soar

He spoke of many ghosts and ghouls
And all things paranormal
He dressed up once for dinner
And his dress sense was quite formal

They said that he was incomplete
That something wasn't right
He used to see his mothers face
When he would sleep at night

They say she died in labour
And has haunted him for years
And when he goes to sleep at night
Her face just re-appears

A wonder then that he sees things
And struggles through each day
And wishes that his dear old mum
Keeps getting in the way

She's just keeping an eye on him
From somewhere up above
And though she scares him half to death
It's all because of love