Paranoia

Just a quick poem that came to me one day while I was sitting doing nothing. I lie, I never sit and do nothing, for I am always thinking. But still, I was physically inactive at the time.

I glance over my shoulder, paranoid

Suspicions of malice flood my mind,

So beautiful is this love that I long to accept

With manipulation and deception he draws me in,

Then he pulls the trigger, plunges the blade,

And as my heart withers away,

Life begins to thrive within his veins,

For it is as though humans were vampires,

Feeding off pain and misery as if it were sustaining blood;

As if human suffering was our very lifeline;

As if it were vital for us just to breathe.

So it matters not what one says or what one does,

I shall never trust, and I shall never love.

Author's Note

Just a quick writing about treachery and heartache of love. Sorry, another dark topic I'm afraid. Would LOVE some feedback! Thanks :)

Reviews

[Thomas Skahill]

I think your initial images are really strong but your resolve at the end leaves little to the reader satisfaction. When I read your first person narrative I can't help but read the words as if they are both external and internal, or that I am both reading this in my own voice yet being told it by yours. In that respect I wouldn't let myself stop loving or wish that possible in another human being. Love makes the world go 'round (cheesy, but without that irrational impulse most of history would be null), Love yourself, Love the beauty of small moments, but maybe don't offer trust and compassion on the basis of love until the other human being has somehow proven their worth. I dont know, just food for thought dude.

[Michael G. Smith]

Such intensity to this read. You make more grateful I don't know anybody like this.

[Hannan Helal]

go ahead, very nice writing. best of luck.

[paddy d daly]

you have tapped into something here, an age old human instinct that maybe even goes back to the cave, the fear of being hurt, I believe that what you write comes from something deep inside you, true poetry.