I’m not ecstatic
about the war in my attic
As they break me brick by brick,
they may drive me to nick
my own head with a mattock
It can be traumatic
when all sides get dramatic
I get terribly sick
from this violence so erratic
that it causes end of day static
I cannot be more emphatic
about my mental cinematic
They’ve darkened my attic,
these creatures so enigmatic
© 2021 Andi Norton-Madera
A Whispering Enigma 