Exceptional mental illness Paranoia by AlvinTEthington Sonnet Poetry Contest contest entry

The voice came in the middle of the night And once again, I was afraid, alone. The chant can cause me shivers and pure fright; In bed, I cry and scream and ache and moan. Not always was I such a wreck like this; I had posssessions, family, and love. I lived in comfort, ignorance, and bliss; I trusted in the seraphim above. The demon came and took away my trust; I know not what is real and what is not. I was pursued by avarice and lust. They tell me mental illness is my lot. I wish that people would just let me be; There must be something terr'bly wrong with me. Recognized

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