<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=358376" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Quiet Room</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">By a thread, I hang, as the knell tolls.<br>Moribund and cacophonous, <br>Surrounded by angels of death, I am.<br>They chortle and laugh at me, as<br>The tragic side show carries on.<br>I am amongst the persecuted, <br>Caught in a sinister grasp-<br>With the clapping of thunder, <br>My flailing limbs, caught in a vice.<br>Crouched in a corner, I have lost my battle with life.<br>My hair, frazzled, as that of a madman.<br>Blackened ice paves the floors through the doors of death.<br>Kicking and screaming, I find myself surrounded by<br>Yellowed walls, caught in a cyclone as<br>Veracity slips through my open palms.<br>None but a glimmer of light, <br>Hope without a prayer has been snuffed out as <br>I am a prisoner trapped within this iron vault.<br>The foul stench of urine permeates as the<br>Walls spin in an emotional typhoon.<br>Voices are loudening, <br>Blood-curdling, then muffled, <br>My chapped lips crack as I vociferate madness, <br>Bellowing and shouting<br>I cower in a corner then thrash about.<br>The knell continues to toll as thunder keeps clapping.<br>Lightening ignites my sordid spirit.<br>I am a hellion sailing the rapid river towards bedlam.<br>My fists pound upon the paint-stained concrete, <br>Black as fear, blood gushes from the ceiling.<br>Leaded paint chips cascade downward, <br>Hitting the ground in staccato rhythm.<br>The knell tolls “Abide with me” as<br>I lie outstretched upon the glacier-cold floor.<br>As I gasp for a breath of air <br>I count backwards.<br>A ghost-like silence has settled as dry snow would, <br>Blanketing the room-<br>I close my eyes and a wooden smile <br>Creeps up upon my face and as I listen with caution, <br>The people in my head begin to converse with me once more…</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Claudia Krizay</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=358376" data-title="The Quiet Room de Claudia Krizay" data-description="By a thread, I hang, as the knell tolls. Moribund and cacophonous, Surrounded by angels of death, I am. They chortle and laugh at me, as The tragic side show carries on. I am amongst the persecuted, Caught in a sinister grasp- With the clapping ..."></div> </div> </div>

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