On The Brink - Poem by Duncan Stephen
Iam a pressure cooker ready to blow
Iam a elastic band ready to snap
I am a balloon ready to pop
WhenI will blow I don't know
When I will snap l don't know
When I will pop I don't know
It will happen but when?
Or will I die before it happens?
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