Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Apr 2014
hearing voices, high pitched,
open a mouth and cover ears,
                  it helps it appears,
those sirens
calling
to environs,
plucking
my will to stay put,
                         shut up,
safe in my safe house,
playing
with nerves that,
have places to be,
while I sat at my key
board,
as ambulances and
fire engines roared
by, in urgency,
to an emergency,
they only know how to scream,
but
nobody
listens or
worse, they
don't care,
to get out of the way.
Ottar
Written by
Ottar  where you will find me
(where you will find me)   
337
   --- and bex
Please log in to view and add comments on poems