Uncomfortable Spaces

POETRY NEWS #4216
Date: 12/15/2012 at 12:45
From: Nixxe Fol'ia, Scarlatti's Weaver of Imagination
To : Everyone
Subj: Uncomfortable Spaces

Sometimes it's so quiet that every noise is a shock.
Everytime we are battered down, and find we still get back up.
What happens when you don't, is it still or will I find you around?
Running in circles, never seem to move forward.
When is it initiative, versus just wanting to pester.
How do you know when it is ignoring or if just a test?
It grows as a wound, making all a muss and fuss, filling to fester

Matters not once we find you, we'll not allow your complacency
Comfortable caves where you can be you.
Boxed up, scrunched up, the claustrophobia begins to weigh
We go into those mysterious dark places, pulling you out
We will not go as mice, quiet and a quick fight
You will hear the roar and it will be the last you remember
We will not stop, we will never stop, until your demise after all that
waste.

Penned by my hand on the 20th of Valnuary, in the year 613 AF.