Fury

Such a mystery is the way
Of the sun, burning up a crimson red.

For if only a laugh could extinguish

His rage.
How flamboyant you are, he replies,

When sorrow rises in the gust of wind,

Blowing upon my face.
Open wounds burst into flames,

Transcending me a three-fold.

For I am nothing but the fury in

Your own heart.
(c) Copyright, Kiki Stamatiou, 2016

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s