Paranoid

I feel paranoid.

Like I am being chased.

Like god wants me to suffer again and again for this.

Though I think I have done little to deserve it.

I think hopefully, maybe there really is a greater lesson.

but I am tired of her face

surprising me

and interrupting my peace.

Heart pounding I spiral downward

in disbelief.

Why is she still here?

Why has no one yet replaced him?

My sweaty hands grip a crinkled map.

I am not lost.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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