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A poem about the imagination taking over reality, causing paranoia. |
| It's in my head all over again I can't take this anymore He's living, he's breathing But where is he now? He's on his way home He just called on the phone But is he okay? I hope the roads are safe There's a knock at the door Is that the police? He's still in his car I hope not on a stretcher It's just the wind Howling an omen? He should be here any minute Without a scratch, I pray There's the rattle at the door He's home at last "Honey, I'm home!" That's not his voice... |