William F Glennon
Paranoia - Poem by William F Glennon
I have made myself a prisoner.
Solitude is my executioner.
Four walls are closing in.
It's getting harder to breath.
Am I looking at my own death?
Do I continue with doubt?
Have I nothing more to figure out.
Is this how it all ends? How do I make amends?
Do I accept god into my life? Do I deny this and just pretend?
The future is obscured by the presence.
Blood is still flowing through my veins.
God knows I have suspicions that I never could explain.
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