Bomb
For I am a bomb.
One day I will go off.
The act of me blowing up is inevitable.
But I will thrive and continue until I am no able.
For I am a bomb.
Everything took a wrong turn.
I was left to burn.
Believing nonexistent concerns.
For I am a bomb.
Swimming in the ashes of my once lively ego;
I am a mosquito.
Attracted to light, oblivious to the likely burning
I am hurting.
For I am a bomb.
My will is gone.
Locked away in a chamber withdrawn.
Located in my shallow beating heart,
I was left there as a deserted bit of art.
For I am a bomb.
My prosperity has sunken
Deep down it’s almost impossible to function.
It hurts to think I was forgotten.
For I am a bomb.
I have been broken.
My actions have been unspoken.
I’m not able to perceive emotion.
My life is an unsolved math equation,
I am nothing but an infamous life notation.
I am a bomb.
Tik tik tik;
I will not be missed.
Tik tik-
Boom;
Your ignorance is my doom…
There’s my tomb.
For I was a bomb.
One day I went off.
I was no longer able-
Living emotionally unstable;
The act of me blowing up was enough.
Me continuing to thrive was a bluff.
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