J. Dover Poet Enclosed Rhyme

Another Inner Anaconda

There is a voice in my head, it's filling my soul with dread. I can't fathom what it just said-
For I think it wants me dead...

So I shrink to the back of the room-  clenching tightly in my hands- a broom. My paranoia is in control, it has shaken me to the soul. Yet I don't know where to go- Oh my head, it hurts me so, for the voice won't let me go

I clear my mind of all this- hoping for it to leave me alone
Yet still I can hear it's hiss- pulling me from the safety zone

To rid my mind of the voice, I wish it was a matter of choice. And I scrunch my eyes in pain, in agony I have lain. Like I'm surrounded in acid rain- no this cannot happen again

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