Psycho Logical
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)
Copyright © Andrew John | Year Posted 2022
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