Silhouettes stand around. <br />My eyes look down. <br />I see nothing, but my feet feel the ground. <br />My ears are taken over <br />By a silent, eerie sound. <br />My head throbs <br />While my heart begins to pound. <br />I can see for an infinity. <br />All is the same. <br />Staring to hard would cause any man <br />To go insane. <br />My retinas burn. <br />My body convulses and I'll soon learn <br />What it means to 'meet my maker.' <br />I do believe I shall meet him soon. <br />Right here, in this white room.<br /><br />Timothy Lee Hollandsworth Jr.<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-this-white-room/
