A Whimpered Bang.

I’m no longer trying to be an accident,

I’ve been there, I’ve done that,

But I haven’t been able to do anything

Of importance yet, and we both know it.

I still say it though, repeating myself,

As my heart’s rhythm messes with the music,

Acoustic, of course, it’s always better that way.

Complications gone, but mine are racking up,

One, two, three million,

Four and five billion,

Six trillion,

But you don’t care, saying

“Two down and Ten to go”

And I know it’s the way you wanted to go out,

But who was it who said that about a whimper,

Because I have yet to see a bang.

Reviews

[Emily Rose]

"This is the way the world ends..."

Ha, this poem is much more effective if you get the reference. It's a great way to relieve stress, writing poetry, and in this poem the stress really comes through. Even though it feels mellow at the beginning, the voice is a little scrambled and frantic - way to be subtle! One question, though - why is "ten" capitalized? Also, what were you referencing there? It confused me a little. Well done!

[Jeremy]

Ah, something with a bit of whit and yet I'm sure is totally describing a feeling that is every bit as serious. I am impressed how it seems you have wrapped the two together. Please forgive me as well, if I am wrong and it was meant to be totally serious. Either way it is a beautiful short.

[Engulfed in Flames]

nice ending...