EmotionalOrphan – Fallout _Audio_
The poetry book falls, slow motion to the floor
and I take cover anticipating the ensuing
explosion of words, and wisdom
destined to be shrapnel to my soul.
Knowing nothing of modern literary warfare,
I jump under the table onto the shards of my life.
Broken dreams, shattered visions-
cutting me …
my head is a time machine
my body is a time bomb
what keeps the pressure building?