<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=399910" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Thunderbolt</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">As a child I saw lightning<br>making blue sparks<br>on the back porch<br>and running over the iron rocks<br>into the old house against the hillock.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I could smell the thunderbolts<br>and it smacked down, much louder<br>than a gun<br>and as a small child<br>lightning did not scare me<br>and I walked in the rain<br>in a thunderstorm.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Until a day<br>where cattle fell dead around me<br>and then I got the real significance<br>of thunder</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and now they press a thunderbolt<br>right into your head<br>and you are belted down<br>by people with white coats<br>who look very clinical, <br>who look at you from a distance<br>when they press a lever</div><div style="margin:10px 0">who look at your fear and disconcertment<br>without feeling<br>and I see that you are still alive<br>and breathing, <br>when they push the lever again</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and suddenly yesterday is gone<br>and your brain burnt out by half<br>and you can remember almost nothing<br>of your childhood days</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and they believe<br>that you are halfway cured<br>and there’s a hell of a pain<br>that I see in your eyes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Gert+Strydom">Gert Strydom</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=399910" data-title="Thunderbolt de Gert Strydom" data-description="As a child I saw lightning making blue sparks on the back porch and running over the iron rocks into the old house against the hillock. I could smell the thunderbolts and it smacked down, much louder than a gun and as a small child lightning did ..."></div> </div> </div>

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