Quiet outloud

Tis, very still now.

An eerie calmness

i feel. Asleep yet,

my mind is;

the quiet

room disturbs me.

Tis all white. but

not a peaceful white.

the quietness is quite loud,

slowly getting to me,

raising the hair on my neck.

Tis, the thudding

of my heart i hear

now, so loud,

it is intruding.

Scream, yes i

want to. but cannot

seem to.

Tis, that i want

to run; i continue

to sit still yet.

my mind is dazed, yet.

Tis, the stairs i see

that go round-and

-round down there.

i dont see an exit though,

only the frightened

shadow of myself.

Tis, the stairs i see

going round-and-

round down there,

not even a mirage

there and no exit.