The Ticking time b0mb

The ticking time bomb

rattles and tortures with one’s fortune’s 

until it turns into dirt 

The dirt you and I were made of

that was once made of love 

is now a ticking time bomb

A ticking time bomb ready to explode the barricade that you and I made to protect us from each-others emotions that soon would turn into a tsunami that would decimate our love

 our compassion 

and our sanity for one another

I’m not the one that is insane 

it’s the ticking time bomb inside of me that explodes out of chaos and sorrow.

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world

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