Bombed Out


Thoughts fall like bombs

Rippling the plane of my existence

Gravitational waves that push

And pull at my resistance


Concentric and widening

Past any horizon seen

Blind to what future holds

Unprophetic little dreams


The random acts

The unanswered truths

The matters of fact

The loss of our youth


They prey on me

Beaks biting my brain

Exquisite the beauty

Exquisite the pain


Can’t catch my breath

I catch nothing at all

The silence simply waits

For another bomb to fall


18 Responses to “Bombed Out”
  1. Exactly! Exactly that!

  2. Francisco Bravo Cabrera says:

    I think I’ve thought about the same and in the same way many times, excellent work my friend!

  3. beth says:

    your words evoke this feeling of not knowing just when it will hit, and constantly being on edge – well done

  4. Jim Borden says:

    sounds a bit like information overload…

  5. At least your bombs often end with spectacular explosions on the page.

  6. petespringerauthor says:

    The struggle is constant and seemingly neverending.

  7. Isha says:

    How incredibly thoughtful, and certainly relatable!

  8. kristianw84 says:

    I felt this one! ❤

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