Paranoid
The neighbors walk in front of the door
The wife disappears when she comes home
Children become reticent
Work piles up on the bed
Night becomes a nightly thing
Spirits drift out and in
Sound from back and then the side
Locked in mindless valentines
Up at dusk, sleep all day
Take a pill with mayonnaise
Take a break, surf the net
Turn in homework unrepentant
Beautiful roses in the yard
Sighting in a firearm
Keep the kids away from harm
Sweating over a monitor
Drinking beer in darkness deep
Only way to get asleep
Sounds and voices and noises creep
Check the padlock in my keep
Magic mirror talks to me
Twilight zone inside my scene
Hands reach out to throttle me
Endoscope squirts endlessly
Up to play a video game
Hat and mask and metal cane
Chair scooting across the floor
Not a raven nevermore
Not a friend or foe or dame
Not a dog or cat or waif
Not the real thing or android
Just a touch of paranoid
Copyright © Randall Rocco | Year Posted 2010
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