Teddy Kimathi Poet Narrative

Far Away

He was so worked up with her constant yelling,
that he packed to live in a remote motel.
There were coyotes' howling and sounds of water
wind mills all around him. He found comfort
in loud sounds that didn't seep into his skin,
so much that he couldn't feel his nerves.
His wife wasn't always loud;
she began when alcohol drove him further
away from her.
She was loud because she wanted remnants
of his conscience to hear her....

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Funom Makama July 12, 2017 at 10:28 AM Excellent and profound. You have that unique skill of beating the peak. This is a wonderful stuff, always beating our expectation. Can wait to jump to your next page. Teddy Kimathi July 12, 2017 at 2:52 PM Thank you so much Funom, for your kind comment. I really appreciate it! :-)

Alyssa Lorette July 8, 2017 at 11:46 AM What a sweet yet tragic poem, you definitely have a gift, Teddy! :) Teddy Kimathi July 9, 2017 at 5:20 AM Thank you so much, Alyssa. I really appreciate your kind words! *^_^*

Janice Canerdy July 6, 2017 at 12:18 PM Reading this makes me wish you'd continued it! I love the way you gave her side of the situation in the last two lines! Janice Teddy Kimathi July 7, 2017 at 4:03 AM Greetings, Janice. In fact that's the reason I wrote the two last lines that way; to change the tides on the characters. Thank you so much for reading and enjoying my piece!! *^_^*