Chaos
There is a sound in here that is near to often,
I'm left hoping that the raged voices will soften,
In here is a tendency to bickering,
leaving my eyelids tense and flickering,

At the end of the dispute I quiver and tremble,
the dominance of silence feels like the air is wearing a suit,
leaving me submissive and humble,

and when the air is finally clear I feel delight,
no more do my senses smell a fight,
but now the surroundings are beautified,
although I have won nothing I have accomplished peace,
leaving me slightly glorified with a chance to breathe,

I do hate these moments of brevity,
caused by stress and angry sensitivity,
now that peace is cement I should celebrate the unexpected and meant,
and I shall keep changing the versatile atmosphere in here,
the end of quarrels and chaos is near.

By Larna Kira Kourtis AKA LkSkyFlyRose
2015
April 30th; Thursday.
By LkSkyFlyRose

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