Plight

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

Sandstorm

Lost to withered rose, My being the flames devoured. Sandstorm my head was covered The Fowler lost the heap in song. My mind allowed for summer Days be wedded to moonlit skies. A heartbeat fainter grows, intensity so flailed. © Copyright, Kiki Stamatiou, 2018

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