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I imagine things that do not exist And to those that do, I am blind As a spew of caustic apprehension Pervades through my mind. I am possessed with a fear of losing A thing much near and dear, Or having lost it already Or, more fiercely, not having had it ever. Losing it would affect me And make sour my present, But not having had it threatens me more Stripping off my very essence. Did I hallucinate then If I indeed lived in a delusion And thought of holding the thing So firmly in my possession? Or am I being paranoid now In making mountain of a molehill When I still possess the thing with me Unblemished, unbruised, and whole?
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Jun 19, 2014
Jun 19, 2014 at 11:34 AM UTC
Paranoia
I imagine things that do not exist And to those that do, I am blind As a spew of caustic apprehension Pervades through my mind. I am possessed with a fear of losing A thing much near and dear, Or having lost it already Or, more fiercely, not having had it ever. Losing it would affect me And make sour my present, But not having had it threatens me more Stripping off my very essence. Did I hallucinate then If I indeed lived in a delusion And thought of holding the thing So firmly in my possession? Or am I being paranoid now In making mountain of a molehill When I still possess the thing with me Unblemished, unbruised, and whole?
June 19th 2014
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shailesh-otari
Jun 19, 2014
Jun 19, 2014 at 11:34 AM UTC
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