Tick, tick, tick, tick
The ticking has teeth
Biting, gnawing, jagged
Razor sharp clicks
Piercing rationality

Tick, tick, tick, tick
Silk strands of insanity
Weave discourse
Into complex patterns
Warping sound reason

Tick, tick, tick, tick
Logic sits positioned
On a hairline trigger
Adrenaline unloads
Clouding all clarity

Tick, Tick, Tick, Tick
An emotional time bomb
With a quick pulse for a fuse
And a detonator heart
I am begging…

Disarm me please

7 thoughts on “DISARM ME

  1. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Slow.
    My breathing is steady
    My hands won’t shake
    Let’s have some space
    Stand back and let me work

    Tick. Tick. Tick. Slow.
    You won’t detonate
    I’ve a lifetime’s experience
    At diffusing your kind.
    Be still and trust me.

    I’ll unwind wiry anxiety
    And hair-trigger moments
    Let me whisper clarity
    Realign that jangled logic

    We’ll step back together
    Freed of the sudden fuse
    Observe my handiwork
    And see the bigger picture

    Pieces will fall back into place
    Ruffled feathers will be smoothed
    And somehow, someway,
    I promise all will be well.

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