Bang

BANG
Imagine the relief of the grenade
A metal casket forced by the people around them to one day explode
And create a disastereous effect
But I’m not seen as grenade
Nor the men that handle it
I am what breathes between the life of lives
Looking for that moment to break or snap or shoot or EXPLODE
but here I stay
Moulded into something that one day might be dangerous
To not only me
To everyone
And I wait
Patiently