After the first few comments that I received on this, I decided that I needed to let you all know that this is just a "story" that popped in my head that needed to be written. I'm really not crazy...well, at least not institutionalized lol.
Whispers slither over
the cold floor
to where I sit in
the shadowed corner...
Cruel laughter taunts
me as I keep my
breathing silent...
I can't let them find me...
They know I'm here
hiding...somewhere
in the pitch dark room...
they are searching
plotting, planning
And laughing as
they laugh every night
while they hunt me...
I crouch deeper into
the corner...
those footsteps were
right beside me...
Panic thickens in
my throat as I try to
scream, listening to the
low growl signifying victory...
cold hands close around
my throat and arms...
The light flashes on
in the cold grey room
empty of all but me and
a man in uniform at the door...
He walks softly to me
straps me back in bed...
He softly says that nothing
is in here with me...
I'm hearing voices again...
I cry that it's a lie
They're real, they're here...
A hypodermic in the arm
and he leaves me alone again...
Light extinguished once more
I lie quaking on the bed...
Drifting into a sleep
I can't take the luxury of...
That cold laughter
echoes once more from
corner and the footsteps
are coming closer, closer...
I try to scream
but the hand is closed
around my throat again
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Reviews of "Paranoia"
Reviewed by Hanley Harding (Reader)
Reviewed on May 3, 2005
Of course you're not... none of us really IS... right...?
This is a very good replay of what replays over and over and over every day in the minds of the lost. You did a most excellent job in capturing this element.
Danielle, you have completely captured the pain that people who are truly insane suffer with on a daily basis. It is something most of us cannot even imagine. At least not until now. Excellent work. ~ Sara
Sorry, had to respond to Anne...I can't help watching the freaky movies, Stephen King is my idol!!!! (though his books are a trillion times better than the movies could ever hope to be :) )
Haunting and vivid. I feel that the poem is a kind
of metaphor for a deep and inexpressible {if usually
unconscious} fear that lurks inside most, if not all,
of us. 'Pea' <3
i could visualize this quite easily ... does that mean i'm mad or that you write very good poetry?
Reviewed by Dan Zuewski (Reader)
Reviewed on January 16, 2005
enjoyed this... very vibrant even given the subject matter... and while the "story" may not be about you personally... the emotions running through it I'm sure had to come from somewhere within you... sometimes the best thing is to let it out on paper (or electronically) before it gets too bad... again, great stuff ;)
Reviewed by Judy Lloyd (Reader)
Reviewed on January 16, 2005
Well you sure described it perfectly and I know from experience and as a retired nurse.
Such feeling cannot be feigned Danielle and my heart reaches out to you. These feelings may be real only to the sufferers but to them there is no safety, no hiding place no security..only fear. You have captured this sickness well Danielle and I hope you find the friend in the darkness.
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Hanley
Awesome, scary writing,
Pier
Awesome job!
John
Love Tinka
Allen
of metaphor for a deep and inexpressible {if usually
unconscious} fear that lurks inside most, if not all,
of us. 'Pea' <3
Love, Eileen
Felix