Tick, Tick, Tick

It's broken the silence

With agony.

I lay, listening  my soul
Writhing in the ether,
Waiting for time to run out...

I still remember the day my heart was
Sliced in two,
And my soul was stolen,
And a time-bomb was placed in my chest.
Sometimes the flashbacks haunt me
At my happiest moments,
And sometimes I can feel the
The sting of the needle
And the hard pull of the thread
Inside my chest, when
My heart was  sewn back together--
Then my heart skips a beat.


My body continues to survive,
Eating,
Sleeping,
Smiling when it can...
I've learned how to live like an
Animal.

Some nights,
I simply lie awake,
Listening to the timer
Counting down:
Tick, tick, tick...


"Scream louder!"
Says that voice that owns what's left of my soul,
Holding it in torturous captivity.
"DON'T YOU DARE HOLD BACK YOUR PAIN!"

I hear it all
I hear it
I hear...
And all I can do,
Is listen,
And wait

Until
The universe can watch as
My body flies apart
And scatters the pieces of my flesh
All over the earth

When the timer runs out.

Reviews

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. oh, well ... i wish it was easier ... but it isn't ... i wish it took less time to heal ... but it doesn't ... i wish better days weren't too far away but they are ... meanwhile there's super expressive and poignant poetry ... right here ... waiting to be read and appreciated ... so that's why i'm here ... and i agree with you ... holding back is counterproductive ...