Locked In


Regardless, innocently I lay,
My life would be over, if you had your way,
If you owned a rope I know you would strangle me, in so many words, to
Terminate my life.
My hands, if not so tired would be placed upon my ears in utmost effort- as
The wind rustling the leaves outside this confinement-
Does not deafen your conniving words-
They would muffle the sound, but no avail, for
Deep within my heart that only palpitates with fright, and
In the cotton filled meninges of my brain-
I hardly remember, but know that
You are none but a figment of my imagination.
I cannot shut the door to my thoughts.
I listen, above your eerie intonations, to the
Rain spattering upon the shingled rooftop above my head, now
Spinning madly as a dervish, thunder crashes outside the window, and inside
My baffled mind, as the rain transforms into a deluge of cruel words that
Spatter and beat upon my eardrums as pierced by the
Lightening of agony, I turn over in my bed.
Only dry tears trickle down my sun burnt cheeks.
If I owned a rope I would make a noose and hang myself, detached from
All that is defined as reality, the voices that plague me live in a different tenement than
The cage that homes my heart- I am void of all emotions.
I see the rain spattering upon the Plexiglas window and
Only in this moment I let out a sigh of relief that I am confined-
Dreary days, dark nights, I place my poor tired hands before my eyes;
I cannot see, I cannot hear above the angry voices screaming inside my head, as
Rain frantically tap dances upon the steel shingles of the rooftop that
Rests atop this institution. As the thunderclouds cry tears of
Destitute fear, my heart frantically rattles inside of its cage
Desperately trying to connect with the tears that are lost somewhere behind
The dark circles that surround the whites of my eyes…
Claudia Krizay(schizoclaud)