Too Paranoid (Republished)


He started whispering to me one night
From the wall beside my bed
Said he needed my help

That the secret police
Were controlling his thoughts
With microwave radiation

So that he wrote poems
Which they could use if they ever needed
Evidence of his insanity

And this is one of them
Which he was too paranoid to write down
So he got me to do it for him

After all, he says
I live in a democracy
And it’s quite safe here

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on April 10, 2016, in Poetry, Republished and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. 18 Comments.

  1. A sad and painful reality for some and their family. Well written.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. It is? Who said so? Quick, Ben Naga, are you one of them?

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  3. Multiple personality disorder? Or life in Iran, Afghanistan, or similar place

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  4. Life behind an iron curtain…

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  5. I can’t see tags from my android..

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  6. Yes, I have received your poem. Super poem, thank you. And this is indeed a good runner up, Ben. Well, it will be in the que for another page.

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