Ignite

I think I might just blow up.

It's riveting, it's vibrating, ready to pounce.

I can feel it beneath me, a bloodthirsty bounce.

A bomb to set off, a pistol to trigger,

and beneath all the smoke are the ashes to linger.

The stress is surrounding, I feel it's teeth sink,

ready to burst, I can feel myself shrink.

I will know when I'm ready, the day I ignite.

I'm sorry for saying, but I won't feel contrite.

My fingers are curling, my back sheering pain.

It's no wonder the people think I'm going insane.

My brain starts this leaking, it's pouring right now.

They stand by and watch as they mutter a 'wow'.

I know what is pain, I can feel it all day.

So why are you asking if I am okay?

I'll tell you one thing, it is stress that inflamed.

But somehow I wonder if I am to blame.