"Detonation"
"Detonation"
By: Brendan Cadman
10.
Tick, tick, tick.
The relentless ticking of our,
impending mortality making us sick.
A devastating tug of war between,
wanting more and knowing this is it.
9.
Tick, tick, tick.
Seeking a way out of an unescapable abyss,
distractions worn like armor until the battle is done,
A battle that can not be won with weapons or fists.
try as they might but no one here is fooling anyone.
8.
Tick, tick, tick.
Buried deep in the heart of the city,
underneath the concrete blanket of streets,
lies a bomb wired and ready to explode.
Everywhere you turn people floating,
like ghosts trapped in a graveyard,
trying to deal with things that they can't control.
7.
Tick, tick, tick.
Disillusioned by the ambiguity of what lies within,
knowing that at any minute his whole world could implode.
He walked through the city amongst anomalous faces,
seeking words of comfort from strangers on the road.
6.
Tick, tick, tick.
On a bench in the park sat a man,
in tattered garments of a clown.
The man strode up and introduced himself as a fan,
and asked if it was alright if he sat down.
5.
Tick, tick, tick.
Gently as a breeze he asked,
how do you deal with what is lurking.
So the clown told jokes until the moment had passed.
Intrigued by his air the man sought to know if it was working,
the clown replied from behind his face colorfully masked.
He always laughs, even when he's hurting.
4.
Tick, tick, tick.
A roaring applause sprung the man to his feet,
and as he rose he notice patrons rising from their seats.
An actor performing his show had just come to a complete,
so the man made his way hoping the two of them could meet.
3.
Tick, tick, tick.
He came up to the actor with the same harrowing plea.
Praying his words would allow him to live happy and free.
Alas what the actor told him was something no one could see,
that even for moments he could pretend that he wasn't me.
2.
Tick, tick, tick.
Defeated in his quest he walked to the ocean,
and watched waves fall and crash against the shore.
Soon it became clear to him,
that we all struggle to want something more.
It's an internal battle,
we must all face inside.
Some try to ignore it but,
to us and themselves they lie.
1.
Tick, tick, tick.
The writer writes a story,
The artist paints a picture,
The musician creates a song,
these are the things we do,
so that we can endure on.
Tick, tick, tick....
By: Brendan Cadman
10.
Tick, tick, tick.
The relentless ticking of our,
impending mortality making us sick.
A devastating tug of war between,
wanting more and knowing this is it.
9.
Tick, tick, tick.
Seeking a way out of an unescapable abyss,
distractions worn like armor until the battle is done,
A battle that can not be won with weapons or fists.
try as they might but no one here is fooling anyone.
8.
Tick, tick, tick.
Buried deep in the heart of the city,
underneath the concrete blanket of streets,
lies a bomb wired and ready to explode.
Everywhere you turn people floating,
like ghosts trapped in a graveyard,
trying to deal with things that they can't control.
7.
Tick, tick, tick.
Disillusioned by the ambiguity of what lies within,
knowing that at any minute his whole world could implode.
He walked through the city amongst anomalous faces,
seeking words of comfort from strangers on the road.
6.
Tick, tick, tick.
On a bench in the park sat a man,
in tattered garments of a clown.
The man strode up and introduced himself as a fan,
and asked if it was alright if he sat down.
5.
Tick, tick, tick.
Gently as a breeze he asked,
how do you deal with what is lurking.
So the clown told jokes until the moment had passed.
Intrigued by his air the man sought to know if it was working,
the clown replied from behind his face colorfully masked.
He always laughs, even when he's hurting.
4.
Tick, tick, tick.
A roaring applause sprung the man to his feet,
and as he rose he notice patrons rising from their seats.
An actor performing his show had just come to a complete,
so the man made his way hoping the two of them could meet.
3.
Tick, tick, tick.
He came up to the actor with the same harrowing plea.
Praying his words would allow him to live happy and free.
Alas what the actor told him was something no one could see,
that even for moments he could pretend that he wasn't me.
2.
Tick, tick, tick.
Defeated in his quest he walked to the ocean,
and watched waves fall and crash against the shore.
Soon it became clear to him,
that we all struggle to want something more.
It's an internal battle,
we must all face inside.
Some try to ignore it but,
to us and themselves they lie.
1.
Tick, tick, tick.
The writer writes a story,
The artist paints a picture,
The musician creates a song,
these are the things we do,
so that we can endure on.
Tick, tick, tick....
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