Nightly Ruckus

The walls are alive with their shouts,

each word a shard that cuts through the night,

a scream bursts forth, my heart skips and doubts,

chaos spills in, my sanity’s flight.

Cracked window rattles, a witness in place,

like sirens wailing, it echoes, it drums,

so close to the edge, this intimate space,

disrupted sleep as the shouting succumbs.