You carried me in your pocket
Though the one closest to your heart, and
Just kept dancing on the same stage of life
Ignoring my silent cries
With your cruel, vindictive manner, and
Now that this world has become your reverie,
You gripped me with your hand so
That I could not escape;
Let me tell you now that I can still envision
The world within I once resided,
Before I had become your rock upon which
You most depended.
Your childish heart will not
Let you break the chain that bars me from the
Path of life, or to
The ladder to death’s door.
I cannot be,
Your lifeline, or the anchor to your ship,
As you keep on sailing,
Ignoring my silent cries.
Once I was quite content, just happy to be me, and
Not twisted by your vehement and conniving ways,
Living in my own world I was
Cleansed, daily by the
Heat of the sun –
Our lives were so simple then, so
Filled with pleasure and so serene…
If you care to rescue my spirit
Listen with care to my silent cries.
Take me from your pocket,
No matter how close to your heart
I reside, and unlock the padlock to
Death’s door where we both now stand and
Set me free, set me free…
I, of course, regret the anguish that you feel,
But you must always believe that
I am not the answer to your plight,
And if you can understand-
Think of how wonderful freedom feels, and
That you have been carrying none but
A pocket filled with dreams?


Claudia Krizay (schizoclaud)