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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=358260" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Hard Times</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I vaguely recall some of my childhood days, although<br>If I had to relive those days I do remember<br>I would have chosen to be born under a different star-</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lying upon the cold tiled bathroom floor dying was<br>My father on a warm early spring day and<br>Lying unconscious in the intensive care ward dying<br>Just five months later, lay my mother.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sunlight would be creeping through the bedroom window, <br>Some twenty years later, as I stood by the bathroom door, <br>Screaming out in utter frustration and despair, <br>Trying to discern what was real from the shadows inside of my mind, <br>While all of the anger of my past and present days<br>Flooded my thoughts as would a raging storm on a summer’s eve-</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I stood as still as the broken lamppost leaning upon the living room wall, <br>Trapped inside a tenement of anger and mistrust, <br>Fighting the tears that were flowing as rapidly as a downhill stream, <br>All of the rage tearing my soul apart as my heart was locked<br>Inside of a metal vault as my thoughts were weaving in and out of veracity.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If I could I would release my heart from that vault as<br>The feelings it contained were agonizing as if <br>A sword had stabbed and was twisting back and forth, with no relief<br>From the pain of past memories, as vague as they were-</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nearly fifty years have passed since I walked on the beach<br>Beneath the shade of palm trees, kicking the sand on the shore, <br> watching the sun set and then rise over the mountains and<br>Those nights when the full moon illuminated the sky-<br>I recall roses in full bloom in my father’s garden, and those days I <br>Walked along the wooded trail, <br>watching the deer running through the forest-</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Recollections were overshadowed by nightmares, <br>visions and threatening voices<br>That plagued my mind with monotonous regularity-<br>It was only a week ago I lay upon a cold metal table<br>Breathing oxygen from a rubber mask as I drifted off to sleep, <br>An electric current passed through my brain<br>Sending me to some other realm into which I would awaken an hour later-</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Seemingly in a different place and time I could not recall<br>The details of my childhood’s pain, <br>as my heart remained locked and keyed<br>Inside that iron vault-<br>Inside of my phantasmal space, I keep a key that<br>Could unlock many doors, one being the door to that magical world<br>Inside which I once lived to escape all of the pain of reality<br>That has torn my spirit to pieces-</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My screams have been silenced and nobody has heard<br>My cry for help, and now I am alone inside of the world of my thoughts, <br>Singing the words to my favorite song-<br>“Stay alive and hold onto your dreams”-<br>I hold my dreams close to my heart, soul and mind because<br>My dreams are all that I have left-</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Claudia Krizay</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> <br></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>
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