Paranoia
Location
I sat and shivered hopelessly, I wore
The thinnest sheet of cotton blanket found
For a night my window stayed ajar, the pane
Coated with a film of dusty finish
Welcomed in a musty air that’s growing faint
As I hide myself from remnants of yesterday.
Thoughts settle into crevices of day
Each stirring figure an object of this war
Familiarity lurks in corners, nowhere to be found
No man’s land beyond my nightstand, pain
Intensifies and I’m who they wish to finish
Fluttering my bed skirt merely as a feint.
Beclouded vision- I faint
From this peril may I escape one day?
From scuttling of leaves, how my patience wore
Inside a mind once fully found
Now tainted by a foreign sense of pain
Three months until I see its finish.
Wine leaves behind a nasty finish
At least it stays; unlike the faint
Of heart who helped me through each day
Hiding behind the disguise I wore
Under covers, waiting to be found
Now nothing better to ease the pain.
Fog sits on the lonely glass pane
Nature takes its time to finish
It is myself I try to feint
There’ll always be another day
Outranked in this dire war
The ground on which this house was found.
Cold lifelessness is all they found
Frost covering the windowpane
Escaping in a peaceful finish
As old memories are growing faint
Smoke clears to reveal the stillest day
But not the battle scars he wore.
At last the dirty finish wore
The window found and closed today
He never thought pain was the feint.