Raw becomes the plight of my exisrence, only to fade into darkness. (c) Copyright, Kiki Stamatiou, 2016 Advertisements

Scrambling For Peace

In the night I scramble for peace, But all ‘tis but mockery voices squawk. Trembling in the darkest hour, I cry out To emptiness brewing inside me, “Why must I prolong this agony em broiling my insides?” “Is there nothing more for my plight to bestow me?” What coffin is dry in all wandering spirits, … More Scrambling For Peace