<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=358368" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Eyes In Back Of My Head</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Early this morning I am outside walking along the trail-<br>The wind blows my hair about- <br>Covering THE EYES IN THE BACK OF MY HEAD-<br>I cannot see for the moment but I can feel-<br>I can feel the vibrations of heavy footsteps<br>Pounding against my brain in another gust of wind<br>Blowing my hair about- giving way to the<br>EYES IN THE BACK OF MY HEAD-<br>I recognize the intruders who wish me harm.<br>Early this morning<br>I walk along the trail- I am in danger-people are following me<br>One, two and three-I count the footsteps-<br>Four five six- I see the people-<br>Evil conniving and threatening- behind me and<br>Seven, eight, nine more slowly walking in front of me-<br>My anger overwhelms me and the bitter cold wind<br>Only exacerbates my homicidal impulses-<br>I am dressed to kill these people who<br>Walk slowly ahead of me- space invaders <br>Whose footsteps are retaliating and<br>THE EYES IN THE BACK OF MY HEAD-<br>Envision the whole world behind me-<br>Early this morning- I think of the gun shop I walked by downtown yesterday-<br>Ready to murder, I am- seething with rage-<br>Early this morning, I am walking along the trail-<br>I do not feel safe- I have lost my destination and<br>My sanity is precarious- people are all around me and<br>I am dressed to kill the entire multitude-<br>I have EYES IN BACK OF MY HEAD- I believe, and<br>As I count the people before me and behind me, and<br>As the cold wind blows my hair about- I know that<br>THE EYES IN BACK OF MY HEAD are protecting me and<br>Perhaps are keeping me safe and now I know that it is<br>THE EYES IN BACK OF MY HEAD whom are my saviors -<br>Bringing back memories of nightmarish delusions of<br>Threatening people in my past being God- I have no destination and<br>THE EYES IN BACK OF MY HEAD are my friends- and <br>My delusions, as others call them- are my saving grace.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Claudia+Krizay">Claudia Krizay</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=358368" data-title="The Eyes In Back Of My Head de Claudia Krizay" data-description="Early this morning I am outside walking along the trail- The wind blows my hair about- Covering THE EYES IN THE BACK OF MY HEAD- I cannot see for the moment but I can feel- I can feel the vibrations of heavy footsteps Pounding against my brain in..."></div> </div> </div>

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