A Decade of Living

For the past decade, I've been locked away
Forgetting how to live each and every day.

And yet I believed I was living my life,
But rather I lived in a virtuous strife.

It beat me down as the tunnel closed in;
My lens grew thin, my mind begun to spin.

I couldn’t recall how to see the light;
I only drifted in a terrifying flight.

Demons ravaged every corner of my brain
Like a train slipping past her main:

Slipping the line until she collides
– Everyone on board is no longer alive.

A decade of living is what I thought I saw;
A decade of dying is what I just recalled.

A Decade of Living by K. Saitta © 2015, A Walk In Verse

Turmoil

Depressed;
     Locked in a box;
Decaying everyday;
     Not living life to its fullest;
Dying

Turmoil by K. Saitta © 2015, A Walk In Verse

My Anxiety

She is like the undercurrent
swirling beneath the sea,
striking in an instance
she'll bring you to your knees.

She enters in the evening
or during the morning breeze,
for time has no barrier,
against this ravenous beast.

She peels away your sanity
like the leaf upon the tree;
fading into oblivion,
withering within the breeze.

For she comes when not expected,
to do the one thing she does well …
to take away your sanity,
to bring you under her spell.

My Anxiety by K. Saitta © 2015, A Walk In Verse

Forgotten

Forgotten upon this sea of life
where perils enter in great strife;
time passes by and does not light,
as I drift without a dwelling in sight.

I lived, I loved, I became undone,
drifting as I can't outrun
the oceans of hostility -
that destroyed all my humanity.

I long for a day
where I can stay
upon a land
where a home does stand.

But until that time
I will drift like wind
upon the sea that never ends,
that defines my life with emptiness.

For I am a man without a home,
drifting upon this sea alone;
roaming, as I try to find,
yet, I wait…

Forgotten by K. Saitta © 2014, A Walk In Verse

I’m Done

Torrential rains transcending down upon me
from your morbid vengeance of self centeredness,
with your lust of destruction and your melancholy state;
     Im done, your dead to me,
     you illicit bastard one!

I’m Done by K. Saitta © 2015, A Walk In Verse

The Signorina

The beautiful signorina,
weeping plethora
over her lovers grave.

For the night before,
she loved and adored,
when her lover engaged.

Little did they know,
the balsam they adored
would cease, being no more.

He was shipped out in morn,
where the battleships did mourn,
overreaching the seaboard floor.

The Signorina by K. Saitta © 2015, A Walk In Verse

Cold & Broken

alone;
cold and broken;
in eternal anguish:
abused, tattered and forsaken
     - withdrawn

Cold & Broken by K. Saitta © 2015, A Walk In Verse

Heartache

Heartache;
a shattered world
drowning in anarchy
where godlessness abounds daily
     - anguish

Heartache by K. Saitta © 2014, A Walk In Verse

Addict

She weeps,
chained in anguish,
bound by her masters trance;
he glides into her ceaselessly
     - addict;
          the fire,
          surges inside,
          violating her mind;
               humanity erased, she died
                    - poison.

Addict by K. Saitta © 2014, A Walk In Verse

It Wont Make A Sound

Rope heightens,
noose tightens
into a knot.

The chair creaks,
the knees quake,
a sudden drop.

Breath escapes
death initiates;
it won't make a sound
taking your last day.

It Wont Make A Sound by K. Saitta © 2014, A Walk In Verse

The Key

Locked
within
is the key
to happiness.
Yet, emptiness stays
no matter where she looks;
void, bleak, dejected creature
defeated by an empty heart:
which hides the key to her sanity
that will unlock all of her suffering.

The Key by K. Saitta © 2014, A Walk In Verse

Frustration

It constricts
like a chain
wrapped around your neck
smothering out your every breath.

It infuriates
like a hornet stinging
its victim until almost dead;
stretched out, lifeless and on their deathbed.

It incites,
like a raging inferno
going off inside your head,
until every single thought you held, is dead.

Frustration compresses;
it infuriates until your almost dead,
it incites until you to see blood red
making your head regress
with its next episode
of hell bent vehemence
- over nothingness;
     for you did this
     in a fit of fury
     with unthought worry
     of emptiness!

Oh G-d please help
readdress this surge
of aggravation
into cool collected
thoughts of happiness,
so I can digress
from my fury
of worry.

Frustration by K. Saitta © 2014, A Walk In Verse

Stress

Its appears,
as an iceberg
floating upon the sea,
with only its surface shown:
but lingering below,
the depth or breadth is unknown
as it engages for war
upon the voyage
you sojourned.

It builds,
like a volcano ready to explode
upon the island shores,
turning the golden beaches
into dark charcoal magma forms
of lifeless sludge
suffocating all that once was,
under it surface.

It covers,
like a winters snowstorm;
a derailed train off the icy track,
her passengers thrown
into the bitter cold without warning;
unprotected, the elements devouring.

It is vicious,
like the wild beast
set free, hungry, seeking
its next meal to devour instantly
as it tears with its teeth
limb from limb.

It devastates
families, entire communities
without notice,
for it has no soul -
it only seeks to serve itself
as it fuels off of your grief.

It kills,
leaving you empty
with no peace;
only a wooden box
lying at your feet
six foot deep
waiting for you to enter.

Stress defeats,
it lingers beneath,
it builds to explode
to cover in grief.
It is vicious without mercy,
it devastates in disbelief,
it kills everyone eventually.

So please, please,
listen to me
- seek the one thing
that you, that I,
that we all
desperately need,
seek to live fully
and absolutely
stress free.

Stress by K. Saitta © 2014, A Walk In Verse

Alone

Murderous rage traverses my veins
As darkness encompass my gait.

Revenge shines through the dim room light,
Interwoven with deadly delight.

A shattered life is my gift shinning bright
As I scream out into the deafness of night - alone.

Alone by K. Saitta © 2014, A Walk In Verse

I Wait

As I gaze into the face of death,
She veils her eyes from me.
She ignores my pleas for sanity,
As I live in this earthly calamity.

Suicide binds my mind
As pain torments
My each waking hour;
Like a cold winters night
     – Frozen –
In a motionless state
Of chaos and terror!

Will peace ever show his face
Like in the days of old?

Will he ever let life ease these sorrows
Of trauma from this unjust world?

Is torment the only face
That I will ever know
From this day forward
     – Waiting –
Until the day that I drift
Away from this fallen
     Empty place
      – Called home –

I Wait by K. Saitta © 2009, A Walk In Verse

Emergency Room

Sitting and waiting in this room alone,
Cold and silent, with whispering moans:
Behind these curtains of tragedy,
I sit alone with unknown misery.

Test after test are becoming my norm
With nothing else left
Except these crippling tours,
Of another night spent
– In the emergency ward.

Beeps and tones are all that I dream
As I watch the monitors – green lights, serene.
Up and down goes the green line,
On the monitor, that's wasting my life.

I'm in a dream I wish to ignore,
I can't wake up from this ungodly war
As needles of hell cut my veins
Bringing me only torture and pain!

No cure obtained for what I endure,
Just piles of records with no known cures.
I need the answers in that which I seek,
So I can live my life and finally be free!

But as far as I know and am able to see
Hope is striped with each passing scene
As needles are pronged into my arms,
These needles of hell dealt me wrong!

All I want is to be back in my life,
Back on my feet, to run without strife!
Back to the days, I used to adore
As I'm tired of these curses, my body endures!

Please, please I sincerely do plead
No more emergency visits for me;
Sitting alone and brought to my knees,
Just find the cure, and let my soul be – Please!

Emergency Room by K. Saitta © 2009, A Walk In Verse

My Eyes

My eyes have faded into the darkness of night;
My mind is haunted with visions of white.
Light decomposes into perils of gray,
The visions I knew no longer remain.

If you look upon me,
Suffering not seen;
Internal agony
Has raised against me.

I travel my days in confusion and rage;
Vision of spirals torment my gaze.
My eyes cannot see the painterly light
As beautiful hues turn black and white.

If you look upon me,
Suffering not seen;
Internal agony
Has raised against me.

My life has changed from this moment in time
As I cry to seek the painterly light.
And with these eyes of carnage and pain
Are spirals that blind with colors of gray.

If you look upon me,
Suffering not seen;
Internal agony
Has raised her hand unmercifully.

My Eyes by K. Saitta © 2008, A Walk In Verse

My Home

I found a place to call my home
Within the woods for all to roam,
A mountain world of great delight
Away from cities’ overseen sights.

A place where children would be cherished,
A place where friendships would never perish,
A place where families would have meaning,
A place where everyone would be pleasing.

But in this land where I do live
It revealed its past and deadly sins;
A past so dark where black is white,
A place where death dwells in heavenly light,
A place I lived and hardly known,
A place I hate to call my home.

Within this town of lies and sin,
Nightmares thrive and live within.
Children mourn from dawn to dusk;
Township protects those of unimaginable disgust!

I sit and cry with tears of pain
As murderous rage pours through my veins.
A rage so strong as blinding light,
Ready to strike like a falcon in flight
While feasting in the utmost delight.

These nightmares I see are as thick as night.
I must escape before it takes my life.

This place I loathe to call my home
Is a place where none can live and roam.
A place to leave before you die,
A place of complete and unjust lies.

This city’s name I cannot not share
As it brings forth things, one cannot bare.

If I hint its name, you must swear this creed
That you will never seek what I have seen.
This hint I speak has a G,
Which ends with the letters A N D,
Twenty minutes west of Yosemite.

So if you search upon a map
Stay away from this town of collapse,
A town of misery where everyone moans,
A place I will leave that I called my home.

My Home by K. Saitta © 2007, A Walk In Verse

Paradigm of Iniquity

Tears flood my soul with torment.
The unjust live in the harmonization of evil.
This world, a place I no longer want part of.
The paradigm of iniquity is beseeched upon us.

Horror lives upon our every breath.
Predators stalk as vultures consume the corpses.
Justice sees with eyes concealed by fire
Accepting wickedness without hesitation.

God’s glory betrayed by the inadequate,
Belligerently aggressive to moral righteousness.
Indoctrinated into the world’s realm of misery,
Waiting to burn in an eternity of condemnation.

No mercy do I seek for these creatures of wickedness!
The indignation of wrath seeks to destroy these abominations.
Their souls tormented in an eternal sea of smoldering torture,
For death is the only article these malicious warrant.

Paradigm of Iniquity by K. Saitta © 2007, A Walk In Verse