Paranoia
a light struggles,
it flickers and extinguishes.
a match is lit
and the cycle continues.
shadows play across the wall
shapes exaggerated.
chairs are no longer furniture
and the end table is mocking me.
a glance over the shoulder
nothing.
a glance out the window
ghosts play in the dark.
silence becomes deafening
not even the cicadas are out tonight.
Solitude is suffocating
and someone is watching me.
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