My Old Poems (2011)

The Reaction #27

It starts with something simple

Then grows

Like a dimple 

It shows

The Reaction

Has got me into trouble

The fascination 

Popped my bubble

With a pointy sword

Which thence 

Stayed forward 

But kept its distance

From the reality

That was life

This actuality 

That burdened this knife 

At first it was just chemical

Then it changed

To the physical

I said feeling deranged 

The Reaction

Which kept me hanging 

This traction

Which kept me going

I may have  been deformed

I was the quotient 

Which was reformed

I'm tired of being patient

I'm ready to drop everything

And run

Run for anything 

Under the sun

The Reaction

What is at stake

The attraction 

At the lake

Of blood

And gore

Which flood 

The shore