Paranoia Poem by D.S Jones

Paranoia



Cracks are conspiring,
The words are inspiring,
Similar situations,
Lead to unnecessary abbreviations.

A subsequent floor,
Abuses the world once more,
Talking out then in,
Consequences felt within.

Wind blows cold,
Footsteps heat’s bold.
Spinning or stopping,
Surroundings are cropping.

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