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The Press of a Button
I don't like explosions
For they rip apart the day.
Sudden and loud,
With a bang -
Tearing across the warmth
Of the sun.
As if I pressed the button,
The explosion set off
Becomes a fault of mine.
A terrible loud
And aching cold
Dragged across my warm heart.
Boom.
Nothing's the same,
Through some days pass
All returns to mundane,
Familiarity.
The sun shines again,
Yet the pain remains.
Of words past,
And cold reminders,
That an explosion-
Ruined an otherwise
Great day.
For they rip apart the day.
Sudden and loud,
With a bang -
Tearing across the warmth
Of the sun.
As if I pressed the button,
The explosion set off
Becomes a fault of mine.
A terrible loud
And aching cold
Dragged across my warm heart.
Boom.
Nothing's the same,
Through some days pass
All returns to mundane,
Familiarity.
The sun shines again,
Yet the pain remains.
Of words past,
And cold reminders,
That an explosion-
Ruined an otherwise
Great day.
Published 8th Apr 2013
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11th May 2013 3:57am
This poem is amazing, lovely flow of words. Keep writing—it's very enjoyable to read! :)
11th May 2013 4:12am
once again, haha, I thank you very much for reading and I'm so happy that you like it!
Thank you for your compliments. :)
Thank you for your compliments. :)
