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Covid 19

Claudia Krizay 1956 (Washington DC)

Covid 19- Everyone’s Nightmare

I awaken at the early dawning of another day
Where the silence is never deafening.
Solitude is my glory.

I open my eyes to my small world
Confined within my gilded palace,
Where the walls are covered with paintings
That once questioned my sanity.

Sunlight creeps through stained windowpanes-
Oh, so welcoming.
I paint the world as I see it-
I draw the world as I would like it to be.

It is a point in time when demons are showing their faces,
And a time where the whole world is terrified.
Fear gallops through the minds of strangers as would an untamed animal.

Moments in passing, I hear no spoken words-
Only phantasmal voices- we converse without interruption.
This world is lost inside of a treacherous wildfire.
I shut out the invasive heat.

Solitude is my glory, a dream fulfilled.
Crowds of people crawling about like intoxicated ants
Do not own the key to unlock my world-
That phantasmal place where there is nothing to fear.

Peace is an aura that shines light atop my palace,
Upon which I can see my reflection,
In disbelief of veracity.

Silence, my creative spirit coming to life,
The recreation of my soul-
These are my dreams-

At the setting of the sun and at the rising of the moon
I find myself alone in my world-
My dream coming true, but everyone’s else’s nightmare…

Claudia Krizay

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this poem expresses the fact that my lifestyle didn't change much during the pandemic because by nature I stick to myself, avoid social contact and stay home a lot

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Submitted by claudiakrizay on September 15, 2021

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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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