Covid 19
Claudia Krizay 1956 (Washington DC)
Covid 19- Everyone’s Nightmare
I awaken at the early dawning of another day
Where the silence is never deafening.
Solitude is my glory.
I open my eyes to my small world
Confined within my gilded palace,
Where the walls are covered with paintings
That once questioned my sanity.
Sunlight creeps through stained windowpanes-
Oh, so welcoming.
I paint the world as I see it-
I draw the world as I would like it to be.
It is a point in time when demons are showing their faces,
And a time where the whole world is terrified.
Fear gallops through the minds of strangers as would an untamed animal.
Moments in passing, I hear no spoken words-
Only phantasmal voices- we converse without interruption.
This world is lost inside of a treacherous wildfire.
I shut out the invasive heat.
Solitude is my glory, a dream fulfilled.
Crowds of people crawling about like intoxicated ants
Do not own the key to unlock my world-
That phantasmal place where there is nothing to fear.
Peace is an aura that shines light atop my palace,
Upon which I can see my reflection,
In disbelief of veracity.
Silence, my creative spirit coming to life,
The recreation of my soul-
These are my dreams-
At the setting of the sun and at the rising of the moon
I find myself alone in my world-
My dream coming true, but everyone’s else’s nightmare…
Claudia Krizay
About this poem
this poem expresses the fact that my lifestyle didn't change much during the pandemic because by nature I stick to myself, avoid social contact and stay home a lot
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Submitted by claudiakrizay on September 15, 2021
Modified on May 04, 2023
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Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 1,305 |
Words | 238 |
Stanzas | 10 |
Stanza Lengths | 1, 3, 4, 4, 3, 4, 4, 3, 3, 3 |
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