Ticking Time Bomb

A Poem by sivan

Drip.

Drip…

Slow, dull, numbing sequences,

Channeling me through encrypted frequencies.

To waste oneself on senseless leakages,

I hear you speak of youthful eagerness.

Tick.

Tock.

Tick…

Repetitive, predictable, ceaseless bends,

Asking me to make amends.

To feel no more than frailty lends,

I hear you spark the final end.

© 2011 sivan

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Don Shaw

Wow i love this. Intense , powerful and a great write.

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Added on September 19, 2011
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sivan

Durban, South Africa

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I am a student of computer engineering... very technical yes but i like to get lost in the creativity of poetry and writing. Im an out and proud lesbian and if anyone doesn't like that well then that .. more..