As I sit here in the living room,
Typing away at my computer,
There is freshness in the air
With a hint of salt, but not quite.
The waters of my senses are overcome
With slight tension caused by not
Being able to get a good night’s rest
There, rivers of consciousness flow
Through my mind about the atrocities
Of hearing another cry throughout
For me, the noise of the crying is like
Metal scraping against metal.
Such sensations eat away at my spirit
And devour all sense of inner peace,
Creature a realm of fire that builds
And builds and builds and builds, until
Finally, an explosion occurs due to the
An escapade breaks into embattlement,
The salty waters within my soul
Create embitterment of the heart
Towards the feeble minded causing
Torturous melodies, inviting a rampage
To further my tired eyes.
© Copyright, Kiki Stamatiou, 2015