Killer bees swarm as would <br />A pack of hungry wolves, their <br />Beady blue eyes fixed upon my countenance, <br />I escape into frenzy. <br />My spirit, stolen and carried away by <br />An evil cyclone <br />My mind becomes the literature of the public- <br />-The pilferers of my thoughts. <br />My fantasies of sainthood, <br />None but idle reverie, <br /> I climb that golden staircase to heaven <br />To meet face to face with God, <br />I hear the pounding of <br />Heavy footsteps that follow me- <br />The sun hides its face behind a cloud. <br />Although <br />I never believed in the solar eclipse- <br />Dream on; dream on…. <br />I believe I heard the angels calling…<br /><br />Claudia Krizay<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/insanity-50/
