Anxiety Bomb

 

The high-pitched whistle as it falls.

Then Thwwuuummppp.

Booooooooooom!

The anxiety bomb has been dropped,

it sucks the air out of the room,

until your lungs are ablaze

and your mind full of gloom.

 

The shock wave erupts,

hot ashes and dust,

clog the pores, corrupts

tired mind, caught in the blast

tired minds tied to the past,

to the future,

To this present.

 

Crumpled bones and weakened limbs,

the anxiety bomb wears them thin

and then it all explodes again.

The gas expanding ignites and then

the burning feeling inside your skin

makes you think of giving in.

 

The flames begin their quick retreat.

Imploding to where

the bomb and floor did meet.

Destroying all that survived the blast.

The anxiety bomb

leaves just piles of ash.

 

 

 

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