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Early in the morning on a winter’s day at sunrise
My eyes are closed to the world around me..
My mind has become tragic literature-

The sun rests low behind the mountains,
The grass is greener than polished emerald
Reflecting illumination so frighteningly bright.
I am stunningly terrified as echoed within the dewdrops-

My tears hit the ground in staccato rhythm.
Life has been a catastrophic musical -
A wall clock only I can see belittles me
As I weep a multitude of tears-

My time is running out and the cold wind blows
The leaves upon the trees surrounding-
Hell exists on this earth- terror, and dismay-
On the brink of disaster,
I can see my reflection in a nearby creek
As I cry out in fear-

If I were an adventuresome, and vibrant rare bird
I would spread my wings and fly
To my bastion beyond a multitude of cirrus clouds
That decorate the skies.

The sun shows its face above the mountaintops
While trees shiver in the wind-

I see the hands upon that wall clock spiraling out of control..
I can still see the sun falling behind the mountains when dusk sets in
Leaving me in the darkness-

The full moon wanes and the stars are coming out-
I spread my flamboyant wings and soar into the night.

Claudia Krizay
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Submitted by claudiakrizay on September 14, 2021

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Closest metre Iambic pentameter
Characters 1,194
Words 225
Stanzas 8
Stanza Lengths 3, 4, 4, 6, 4, 2, 3, 2

Claudia Krizay

I am a 65 year old woman living with schizophrenia. My poetry is an expression of my inner self and my way of coping with difficult times and enjoying good times through my writing and artwork I have found a place for myself in this world. more…

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