My True Confession

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Despising cruel mind games and

Not being able to cope-

People inside of my home vindictively

Stepping quietly so that their

Footsteps, inaudible would be-

Somebody dropped a bomb last night

Upon the foundation of my

Dream world-

Fearfully I walk upon precarious foundations –

Love and war vying with one another at

The setting of the sun

The rising of the moon,

The audacity of the stars and

Disdain for our solar system-

I have run away from the people who are alien to me in

Such a despicable manner untouched –

Blood drips from the ceiling and it is not mine but

Coming from the cold hearts of my pilferers and intruders-

This is my home and prized possessions have disappeared into

The thicket of brutality inhabited by menaces to reality-

Reality? An unfamiliar word burning pages of the dictionary of my soul-

My spirit is as clean as filtered water falling

From a patch of dry ice melting-

My anger and mistrust,

Heated wrath and seared flesh of the unknown,

Cannot put out the fire inside my soul,

Burning, sizzling, as would meat disposed of in a brush fire-

Hell’s brushfire, burning blood of its captives-

I am omnipotent and the voices that I only hear,

Beliefs others have deemed as false are my true veracity-

The setting of the sun,

The rising of the moon,

The audacity of the stars,

Disdain for our solar system-

Cepheid variables and riding bareback upon the

Tail of a comet as if it were a stallion

Leading me away from this treacherous planet-

Crying, singing and shouting at the sky, bells are ringing?

I do not believe

I do not comprehend; I do not fathom the setting of the sun,

The rising of the moon and the audacity of the stars?

It is only irony that my spirit is clean-

Blood drips from the heavens and I have never believed-

I have just escaped reality with my deep and utter

Disdain for our solar system-

Water has fallen upon the foundation of time-

In my own private universe, the sun never sets and the moon never rises-

The pilferers of my sanctuary have stolen away the light and

I ride bareback upon a comet

Into the bleakness of despair-

As bells would ring at a funeral pyre –

I ride about the vastness of the universe

Waiting for the sunrise,

The moon waltzes on the horizon-

Beyond the destiny of my dreams…

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Claudia Krizay