In The Quiet Room
by
John Kaniecki
MADNESS,
Madness, madness
An
endless mantra
My
sacred curse
This
vitriol verse
My
mind meanders in murky doom
As
I sit
As
I wait
IN
THE QUIET ROOM!!
The
large wooden door
Massively
secure
Is
full of scratches and dents
From
previous occupants
I
begin to thrust my weight
Against
the study gate
Time
after time after time
My
keepers in angry breath
Threaten
me with death
If
I don't cease my crime
It
is not their harsh laws
Bat
rather
The
futility of the cause
That
makes me repent
There
is a window
Blazing
glorious light
I
see the marvelous glow
But
nothing is right
I
am an inmate
Of Greystone
Which
is infamously known
A
ferocious reputation
Of
dark damnation
Is
its own
In
my manic delusion
My
eyes inherit illusion
I
gaze
Not
upon the sun in the sky
But
rather I see
God
in all his glory
I
do not lie
I
curse the Almighty's name
Though
my faith devout
Still
I shout
And
blasphemies I proclaim
Such
is the depths of my pain
Such
is the insanity in my brain
But
my eyes burn
And
a lesson I learn
God
you may defy
But
never look Him in the eye
Don't
even try
Moments
Melt
to minutes
My
mind dissipates
As
voices in my head
Vocally
debates
I
calmly observe
Listening
to all that is said
Suddenly
They
open the door
I
am pacified
Gone
is the war
In
my surrender
I
can scarcely remember
What
I was fighting for
From
Dorm Sixty Two
These
words are true
Judge
not pilgrim
Don't
condemn my sin
It
could happen to you
Madness
may consume
And
you my find
Life
unkind
In
the quiet room
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