I'm held suspended
In unknowns
Waiting...
The tick
Of the clock
Is stuck
On never ending tock
Will the boom I hear
Reverberate
In my ear?
Yes
Through the silence
A quake
That shakes
Me to the core
As I bolt for the door
Not knowing the reason
Why?
Did I fly?
With no return ticket
For a seat
In my old jalopy
Under the wisteria
Canopy
Blood rises
As the prize
Deflates in size
And I agonize
Over the unit
As a whole
You see where
My mind has gone?
Me neither
Maybe I'll just float here
Until the sharks
Come around
For another round
While I dream of hysteria
Oh, I mean wisteria
Copyright © Allene Angelica 2014
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