I lie here, dormant and at peace;
until my mistakes start circling me.
I give a slight tremor as a warning
to slowly evacuate all facilities,
but just like all disaster movies
my warning they will not heed
and my unstable nuclear reactor
rumbles and groans further,
up until the moment it explodes –
all my faults and failures implode.
Radiation radiates from my body,
I poison the souls closest to me
and lift the ground, causing earthquakes;
destroying homes, causing heart-aches.
The oceans I stir, making enormous waves;
flooding everything, leaving only decay.
The blistering heat of the radiation
leaves everything in absolute deterioration,
sucking the life force out of all in its wake
and leaving not a single drop of water in any a lake.
A force of nature prone to chaos.
A bomb that has caught a few sparks.
My contempt towards myself is my master.
I may look mundane but I'm a natural disaster.
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A Series Of Events
PoetryI've found that I am most comfortable in discomfort and chaos, as opposed to serenity and happiness; probably because this broken part of me is all I've ever known. love, turmoil, desperation, infatuation, betrayal, death. these poems will contain...
