Bomb of a Man

Bomb of a Man

A Poem by Adster

The incessant ticking of my knee,

The countdown of a restless leg

As a reminder of energy unused and untapped.

My head, it needs to split like the atom

To liberate the surplus life of this life.

 

 

A flash of vibrant emotion,

A surge of wild abandon

Brought about by a roar of freedom

For that which lingers in this mineshaft

Of precious, simple being.

 

 

Prometheus he had it easy, a purpose.

I have no Eagle to eat my liver,

Just chains of lethargy and a rock,

Comfortable, safe and unchallenging

For this restless and unfocused mind.

 

 

My heart sings inside a sound-proof cage,

My artist hands twitch and drum in granite gauntlets

My mind is bound in an Iron Mask of dull awareness.

This needs to be remedied,

This silence must be broken.

 

 

Let me leap, to scream atop the mountain,

To swim against the current, to soar in the sky

With Prometheus’ Eagle

Where the world embraces me

In it’s endless horizons.

© 2008 Adster


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The incessant ticking of my knee,
The countdown of a restless leg
As a reminder of energy unused and untapped.

Let me leap, to scream atop the mountain,
To swim against the current, to soar in the sky
With Prometheus' Eagle
Where the world embraces me
In it's endless horizons.

Wow, this is informative. I like having some kind of clue how a man thinks and feels. This is good representation of a man's longing to be his best. The last stanza is my favorite.

Posted 17 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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