Sitting around in their comfortable
situation
Wishing I could just go home
When my nerves triggered my paranoid
imagination
And I knew we were not alone
With every reason to be frightened
I was silent as a mouse
Trying to scream but my lips tightened
as I heard voices outside the house
I lost all life as my body froze
I listened with all my might
Were they cops or in plainclothes
Why oh why did they come tonight!
"There she is, that one, the one
in the yellow jacket, see."
That's it! It's over!! They
are talking about me!!!
Blood pumping, heart beating,
and face turning pale
Wanting to get up and run like
a bat out of hell
Getting my story together
for when they bust in
Coming down from the high and
never wanting to be high again
Relaxing a little, and decided
I should just get up and go
Listening just to be sure, I thought
I would die, for the voices were
on the "radio".
A contest entry
- reality blows. by risewiththesmoke.
300 points, ended December 3, 2007, 6 entries
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Comments
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awesome poem
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I've had paranoid moments such as this. A few 24 hours ago when I was getting high...I used to peer out the window constantly. Others would be wondering what I was looking for, I couldn't have told them because I never knew. Damn Am I ever glad those days are a thing of the past. I was there with you my friend. Whew! Hate to go back and look but then, every now and again it is a must just to remind me that this is not the place I want to be. Excellent!
Much Love ♥
Renee
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its not *that* trippy but its good.
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