Insanity Poem by Claudia Krizay

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