POETRY

What Paranoia!?

free verse poetry

The surround to scour. Distortions, Distortion not. On full alert senses reel, Obscured the view on vision. Understanding confused as warped Images play upon the tortured mind, Carefully placed torture by no one, only the self.

Everyone held to accountability. Familiar face unrecognised, New forms are taken upon, All kinds of demons, hideous, Ugly faces of self-mockery. Unspoken whispers flow through Imagination contorted Accusation and torment.

Try to run, the cowering corner hides To hide from contemptuous ridicule, Contemptuous ridicule never made. Feelings built up deep inside from years of anguish Welling up, cultivated self uncertainty, Cultivation laid there by the self, No one else to blame.

Their egos they wish to fulfil! To stop; To examine, To pull through. To prevent the pain, to realise… To realise, yet still; In tortures familiar comfortable arms, The soul of confusion is laid.

Thank you Dr Mehmet Yildiz and the Illumination team for giving my words a platform here at Illumination… Thank you all for reading and your precious time. J.