Tick Tock (I'm The Clock)

transprodigalson

I am a bomb, 

I am a ticking time bomb, 

I don't know when I'll blow-

Or who I'll blow up on, 

But I know one thing for sure; 

I'll destroy myself in the process.

 

I don't remember being this angry,

But I can't stop it,

I hate being so angry all the time, 

It's an ungly, stirring feeling inside me;

It makes me want to vomit.

 

It's hard to talk about-

Harder to keep from feeling, 

I just want to forget about this;

Like how I forget everything else. 

 

  • Author: jay scott sterling (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 25th, 2021 23:33
  • Comment from author about the poem: wrote this a few days after my brother was jumped. im still angry over it, but its not as consuming as it is now
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • L. B. Mek

    good that you've found an avenue for release,
    its a fck'd up wolrd
    lots of bull sht
    we're forced to consume, for free
    little
    offered in the form of healing
    that's not, costly..

    • transprodigalson

      yeahh. its just really messed up. especially since some of the kids were his "really good friends".



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