When the page in my life
has turned to ashes,
all I can do is walk away.
I drive feet into the ground
and watch your vengeful
plow pull me under.
I’m wound up by electric beams of light
charging through my veins.
After the rains fall on top of my head stone,
sodden tears vanquish me.
All the drums pound into my head
at night when I sleep,
but I cannot not hold up
on such a weak foundation.
For if only crazed fires will stop
rampaging my heart.
Where will the rudders break off
when all I tell is the rum brought forth
on your breath.
Is it the rupture from the vessel your
badge speaks of, or is it the business
of the wolf’s call? Who’s to say?
However, I choose to count the ways
in which thunder and lightening strike
down every crying voice.
I erupt in fear when I gaze up
at the mountainside.
Will there ever be a loss for words
when the lion roars?
© Copyright, Kiki Stamatiou, 2016