Covid 19

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