Ticking Time Bomb

Drip.

Drip.

Drip…

 

Slow, dull, numbing sequences,

Channeling me through encrypted frequencies.

To waste oneself on senseless leakages,

I hear you speak of youthful eagerness.

 

Tick.

Tock.

Tick…

 

Repetitive, predictable, ceaseless bends,

Asking me to make amends.

To feel no more than frailty lends,

I hear you spark the final end.

 

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Don Shaw]

Wow i love this. Intense , powerful and a great write.