Paranioa Poem by Stone Fox

Paranioa

Rating: 3.0


Waned and weary with only toil and trouble
my limbs could only travel this journey tired..

In my head to in my mind
-which coincidentally were not the same thing-
thoughts seemed to expire from the zealous fear found in your gaping wide darkness of speech.

My serenely spiritual soul's mythical secret shadow sparkled as a jewel:

Boundlessly black but brazenly beauteous by day, but by night,

my mind mentioned masses of decoratively hung ghastly gossip,
secretively shushed into silence
never
ever
to be a quick quiet find for any of us.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Jazib Kamalvi 21 April 2017

A wonderful ars poetica. Thanks.

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Kelly Kurt 28 June 2016

An intense poem with nice use of alliteration.

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