The Mad Poet
Hiding behind words
Slowly losing grip
Lost inside a book
A bitter sweet trip
Danger lurks outside
Walls are closing in
Evil birds in flight
Sanity, paper thin
The whispers echo
Unapologetic reminders
Of neighbor's gossip
Persistent little spiders
Crawling, climbing, chewing
Gnawing away at my brain
Tickling my skin
Driving me insane
The door becomes further
More heavy, the space between
Horizontal gravity
Thick enough to be seen
My mirror must be warped
I can't see my reflection
A strange person mocking me
With a pale and aged complexion
My very existence
I often contemplate
Am I lost inside a dream
Myself and I debate
Copyright © Anna Hopper | Year Posted 2015
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