Paranoia: (Lockdown, April 2020) Poem by DM W

Paranoia: (Lockdown, April 2020)



This fragile house of light and love has darkened.
Teeming words of magic have fled from the page.
Everything is descending into a vast chasm.
I'm lost in labyrinths of animal howls;
Far away from treasured, ethereal realms;
Where I suppose the angels are now weeping.
Crude, irrational fears have captured sanity.
Febrile imagination is a curse

Wednesday, April 29, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: paranoid
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