Pick apart my exposed wires,
worry running rampant through me.
Defuse my ticking bomb self
before the tears light the wick.
Extinguish my inner wildfires
smoke clogging the carefree
feelings normally felt,
flame fanned by the skeptic.
Should my timer expire
I pray you have the moment to flee;
once the final spark is dealt
I will destroy all, whether of bone or brick.
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Sitting Here Thinking (2020-2022)
PuisiPoetry of varying subjects and construction, the second of three. Written while sitting anywhere, lost in thought about everything and anything. Accolades: #1 Thought Provoking 2/26/2020 #1 Self-Reflection 3/22/2020 #1 Creative Writing 7/24/2020 #3...
