The Anticipation Of Implosion Poem by Oni Hayes
The Anticipation Of Implosion
Vibrating fingers echo
Starting slow and ending fast, a reputation of breaths
A pulsing clock moving in snail’s motion
A melody in the silence
Fidgeting, no position feels acceptable
Humid hands locked together
Abdominal butterflies flicker
The heart and mind race together
Questions waiting to be solved
A beating bomb’s anticipation of implosion
Over exaggeration for an understatement
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4/19/2024 8:12:12 AM # 1.0.0.1119
This is very well written with a great title. Good one. Hugs Anna xxx