The Air

You might not 'get' this poem unless you read it multiple times.

  I dance this eerie Tango of paranoia

 

It tingles my spine and tickles my every 

nerve.

 

I feel it.

 

Crawling on the ground...

 

Creeping through the air...

 

Climbing on the walls...

 

I'm aware of their presence

 

Yet all I wish is them to leave me be.

 

Let me breathe.

 

Without air, I shall forever dance this 

lonely tango until the very life is torn 

from my grasp.

       

Author's Note

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Crawling on the ground... Creeping through the air... Climbing on the walls...

-The 3 C's! Oh, I could just picture this!
You're right. I did have to read it a few times.
But it was worth the read. Though I don't think I'll ever Tango again!
Haha, just kidding! This is great. Nice work indeed!
Thanks for sharing!

[Ian Duncan Arbogast]

It was my pleasure Rachel ^^