Goals


Spattering rain,
Not snow on this night,
Not hail or ice,
No one has made any
Demands on me,
I fear my light
Shall burn out
Tonight
I hardly know
Who I am
Anymore
I travel a road
Everyday
That leads to nowhere and
Nothing but fear,
Cobblestones
Pave a path
For me to follow
I trip and I fall
Every time
I break into a run
I suppose it is because
When ever I run
I am blinded by the
Pouring rain
My tears,
And when a person runs
Without direction
You bet that
Person is always
Going to trip and fall
Even if the road is smooth
With no loose stones, ice or
Freezing rain…

Claudia Krizay (schizoclaud)
My Voices


Quietly and unobtrusively they creep towards me
In the late afternoon, silently and
As softly as a young animal would, as if were
Seeking respite from the cold winter air.
I welcome, with a tender touch, with
A little love and with some warm blankets, into
My small world,
Shadows from the Venetian blinds rock
Like a cradle upon my ceiling,
To and fro,
As I summon them to hover around me, as
They whisper their innocuous words
That always calm my troubled soul.
I finally drift off into a peaceful slumber,
With lingering hope that I shall be soothed
Throughout the rest of the day, and into the night,
As I continue to rest.
My bed becomes a guided vessel
That sails towards the unknown,
Where no one shall harm me,
Steal my thoughts away, or to look deeply into my eyes with wonder.
When I shall awaken, I hope to find myself
Safe, back into my room where without fear,
I can bid them a fond farewell,
Until we can meet again,
As the Venetian blinds reflect the sunlight,
Rocking to and fro,
Quietly and unobtrusively,
On another late afternoon- where
My thoughts shall always be my own.


Claudia Krizay (schizoclaud)