Schizophrenia
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The day began at night,
Within a buff-colored room.
A decapitated man,
Stocky in build,
Cast his shadow upon the wall.
A large feline broke down the wooden door,
And emptied a box of slithering, fire breathing snakes
Upon the carpeted floor.
The watchful eye is always present.
Voices scream and call my name,
Ringing like crashing cymbals,
Clarion, in the middle of the night.
Only I can hear them…
The day began at night,
Many, many years ago.
When it began, it was a childhood mystery.
Voices sometimes, soft and consoling, and at other times,
Blood curdling and frightening.
The watchful eye penetrates like a dagger,
Twisting horrifically into my gut.
The day began at night;
Days and nights were reversed,
Hours in discordance
With time and place,
Nights and days indistinguishable.
The day recurred last night
When blood poured from the ceiling
And from other places it should not be falling,
Dripping and dripping
Into a cesspool of disarray.
I make no contact with the watchful eye;
Ordered by my thoughts,
I have often induced self-harm.
A knife is falling down upon me from a magenta sky,
As black whirlwinds are approaching.
I fear I am at death’s door,
Terrified of the chamber it leads to.
Blood drips from the sky.
I hear God calling me to save the souls of the desperate.
My mission began one night on a day thirty years ago.
A day began at night when I met face to face
With a monstrous being
Its hair as green as slime,
Its face, crimson red.
Its bulging eyes penetrated mine,
And stole my thoughts away.
My days begin at night.
At every day and every night,
I pray to God
To save my own desperate soul.,
And to abate this terrible illness-
From the day that begins at night, at every day,
And every night.
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Claudia Krizay
