My Bomb Poem by April Lane
My Bomb
Inside my stomach there's a time bomb
Throwing off my heartbeat with its
Tick tick tick tick tick
It turns and shakes and lives within me
Churning my intestines I am
Sick sick sick sick sick
Its radiation permeates my
Bones and muscles I can feel the
Heat heat heat heat heat
At night I toss and turn and tremble
Deafened by the pulsing of the
Beat beat beat beat beat
In just three days my bomb will finish
Counting out my time you'd better
Run run run run run
For me an end will be relief I
Close my eyes and listen for the
5 4 3 2 1
Awesome imagery but in tune with prevailing conditions in some parts of the world, hence, intriguing poem, . Enjoyed reading. Thanks for sharing. Ten points.
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5/1/2024 11:02:06 PM # 1.0.0.1119
In just three days my bomb will finish Counting out my time you'd better Run run run run run For me an end will be relief I Close my eyes and listen for the 5 4 3 2 1 s sense of mystery is there in your writings. thank you dear poet. tony