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A Ticking Bird

Contributed by Naijerana on Wednesday, 30th June 2004 @ 06:46:46 AM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry



There is a flame, a flame burning in me
Filled with hatred and anger
I’am like a ticking bomb
That can explode any time any where
Every second I feel the hatred and anger
Growing stronger
And my patient’s is
Growing weaker and weaker
And there will come a time
When the ticking will stop
And all the hatred’s and anger’s will come out
And I might hurt others, or maybe not
But that I cannot tell
For non knows, except the faiths
There is a way to stop the ticking
But it is not a pleasant one
And it will bring pain to family’s
And close friends, but it will
But it will stop
The ticking, and it will not explode
It will just stop
I’am there and I cannot go further
For non can walk on nothing
If I wish I will go back
And then wait when the bomb explode
And I might hurt people
Or not
But that risk, I dare not to take
And soon very soon ill be like bird
I’am on the edge now
And I hear the shoutings of not to
But I care not what they say
I can feel it going through my hair
And cutting like a knife around my body
It does not take long, for my body
Does not speak anymore
And I shall not hurt any more
For the bomb has stopped
And I was like a

A Ticking Bird




Copyright © Naijerana ... [ 2004-06-30 06:46:46]
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Re: A Ticking Bird (User Rating: 1 )
by pixie on Wednesday, 30th June 2004 @ 07:25:59 AM AEST
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wow, this is so powerful.....

pixie xx


Re: A Ticking Bird (User Rating: 1 )
by KiLin on Friday, 6th August 2004 @ 08:56:52 PM AEST
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I agree very powerful. Thank you!




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