Neighbors Poem by Estefano Molina

I sat on my throne,
reading in my cell.
The footsteps got louder
quickly turning into stomps.
I returned from my daydream,
to the walls vibrating,
and loud screams.
Upstairs they marched around
Following each other from room to room.
Doors slammed behind them.
She wasn't happy,
he had reached his limit.
Emotions exploded.
I could picture it all.
I've seen it before.
They heard our symphony
as I hear theirs now.