Psycho LogicalA Poem by Andrew JohnFreeverse
Madness and make-up!
What am I seeing? Is that really a face? A vision? Yes, one of those? It's strange here in the shower. What seemed to be a countenance looked in at me. But was that a vision, merely a repeat - a repeat of my madness? Do I see a knife in that hand, held by that figure, a strange and frightening thing? Am I about to fall, lose blood? Chimeras can indeed be strange, strangeness be a vision, vision a memory; memories of faces can dance within the brain. Will a knife be plunged into my belly? Shall I feel its sharp point? Am I to fall and hit my head - splash into my own blood? (Sep 2022)
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