Bombed Out
~~~
Thoughts fall like bombs
Rippling the plane of my existence
Gravitational waves that push
And pull at my resistance
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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
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Can’t catch my breath
I catch nothing at all
The silence simply waits
For another bomb to fall
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or perhaps something good to fall and land your way
Thanks, Beth! I am lucky that way.
Smashing good my friend!
Thank you, Francisco!
You’re very welcome my friend!
Wonderful post
Thank you!
“Beaks biting my brain,” is a great line!
Thanks, Pete!
Da bomb!
Thank you, Geoff!