Black smoke from the bombshells rubble
sticks to the back of my throat
three days later and I still can't think
still can't see through the thick black ash
that rains down around my mind
the poet from within still lost in the darkness
stuck between the rock and a hard place
listening to the screams of my broken mind
words no longer forming just melting in the bombs rubble
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Author:
kitty the naughty poet (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Ever had a bombshell go off in your life that lasts days in the mind?
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Comments3
Good write Kitty.
I had a light bulb in me mind, that flashed 'Idea!!' Then it blew a fuse. heehee.
Still living it. Although now it's just mild tinnitus. Lovely moody poem.
Fine words Katie, those bombshells can eventually be forgotten and you can move on into the better life that is there for you.
Andy
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