Friday, October 30, 2009
Monday, August 10, 2009
Walk
Walk
Upon the path I walk every morn,
Hell rises beneath my feet.
Watchful eyes glare with utmost antipathy
Into my masked lunacy, as
My never abating suspiciousness-
With defiance- sears my soul.
Rainbows are continuously lying.
Sunlight surpasses rage-
I am being followed, I fear-
My thoughts, being trespassed by intruders…
Thoughts are silver, thought
Emotions, invisible,
Except for that vehement anger,
Always so blatantly obvious…
Someday, in my farthest dreams,
My surroundings shall be incinerated by
Hell’s flames, rising and burning-
Leaving me in my solitude,
Where that deadly silence is screaming-
Quiet voices play tunes in my mind
That vociferate madness-
Funeral dirges, driving me to my grave-
The fires of hell continue to blaze and smolder
As I hide behind
Reflections of those never ending
Moments in time…
Claudia Krizay
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