<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=358346" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Seclusion</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">This is a dark night<br>Within the garden of the deceased-<br>In this place where only<br>Wounded spirits who have lost their sanity<br>Are banned from the world outside.<br>In this desolate place where<br>Nobody sees the light of day, <br>I am alone in this room where the walls are barren and<br>The floors have yellowed-<br>Urine stained and tiles are cracked-<br>I stare at the ceiling through a curtain of tears falling from bloodshot eyes-<br>I cannot escape terrifying past memories-<br>As in a scene from a tragic film, I have become the infamous star, <br>I hear the ticking of the wall clock outside<br>Rhythmically in time with hellions screaming inside the fortress of my mind-<br>My dissolving soul is robed in a sallow gown and<br>I can feel serpents twisted about my calves-<br>This is a dark night-<br>This is a dark night where I have lost my grasp on veracity-<br>This is a dark night where I have been separated from the outside world-<br>This is the garden of the deceased, where<br>Phantasmal gravestones surround my dissolving soul-<br>My mind is in a wretched state and my thoughts are bellowing lunacy-<br>My cries for help have been silenced, as<br>My worm infested brain is decaying-<br>I can only hear above the screaming stillness<br>The ticking of the wall clock outside, and<br>Threatening voices emanating from inside of my mind-<br>Putrid scents of rotting corpses infiltrate this cell and<br>I vociferate madness as the dirges that <br>echo about my mind attempt to deafen me<br>Neither moonlight nor sunlight can penetrate this windowless chamber-<br>This garden of the deceased where my spirit has just perished-<br>This is a dark night and I have been banned from the world outside-<br>In desperation my outstretched arms attempt<br> to reach towards heaven as I can feel<br>My spirit sinking through the cracks in the <br>decrepit linoleum tiles below while<br>The wall clock outside ticks on, on and on…</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=358346" data-title="Seclusion de Claudia Krizay" data-description="This is a dark night Within the garden of the deceased- In this place where only Wounded spirits who have lost their sanity Are banned from the world outside. In this desolate place where Nobody sees the light of day, I am alone in this room wher..."></div> </div> </div>

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