Paranoia
by: E. A. Bartholomew

Breezes blowing in the night
Distant noises, out of sight
Darkness blinds all those who see
Who sought escape and fought to flee

"Through the trees, on past the stream
Feeling lonely, it may seem
But turn my back to turn my head
Deep paranoia in my stead"

This soldier's fists both shake and twist
The handle of his gun
He duly missed and had not wist
The presence of the sun

Breezes blowing in the night
Distant flash, impending fright
Darkness mends their evil ways
For all who travel, all who stay

"Past the stream, on through the trail
My lonliness seemed to prevail
But in the night's dead pitch of black
I was shot down from the back"

This soldier's blood mixed with the mud
Upon a foreign ground
He did not feign the scarlet rain
Nor utter any sound

Breezes blowing 'fore the noon
Distant smoke fades like the moon
Darkness decamps with the night
The sun shines with grave rays of light

"On through the trail, I reached the field
But this is where my fate is sealed
The bloody stream, flowing red
Before I know it, I'll be dead"