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Late Night Stormy Paranoia by Don Shaw
He sat by candle light, shadow flames against a wall.
Pen in hand and pad of paper, insane voices down the hall.
Calling, Calling, Taunting, Taunting , itchy rafters under roof.
Madly writing, sweaty brow, shaggy beard, and single tooth.
Insane voices, creaky floors, cob web dances in a draft.
Late night stormy paranoia, writing spirals down a shaft.
Eerie laughter that he mutters, ice cold veins that beat with in.
Smiling plants, and singing rodents, last nights supper on his chin.
Voices calling, calling, thoughts are fast, like bat wings beat.
running around laughing wildly, setting down, then changing seats.
Writing fast, talking loudly, word induced insanity.
Late night stormy paranoia, soul consumed with calamity.
Viewer peers through dirty window, feelings which were very sad.
insidious acts of one old man, a desperate poet completely mad
Pen is tapping against his forehead, gleaming look in his eyes.
Swarms of moths in his mind, continuous sounds of eager sighs.
Frantic pacing wall to wall, front door smashes unto steps.
Lighting bolts and thunder crashes, head cocked back howling, MORE!
Late night stormy paranoia, jumbled words are his demise.
Late night stormy paranoia, haunt this poet as he cries.
Awesome poem, Don! Thank you for sharing!
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