Pivotal Point

by MyHalozChokinMe   Oct 27, 2012


Seconds to meltdown and no one seems to
notice unstable, volatile, combustible me.

Eyes like needlepoints, sparkling scarlet.
Tongue whetted to razor sharpness,
hands clenched in a vise-grip.

Talks are stalemate, words are useless.

Now would be a good time for strategic withdrawal.

The Nations Of Me have the secrets of
Uranium 235 and are not afraid to deploy.

The idiots' chatter continues, oblivious.

Maybe they await their next sound-byte.

Those with sense have already fled to
neutral corners, awaiting fallout.

The ones who have not learned from my
past history chatter on.

Moron's I suppose, get what they deserve.

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  • 12 years ago

    by Exostosis

    A very intriguing piece. Although the theme is common, the author mentioning himself/herself as unstable and moody, perhaps a walking, ticking time bomb.

    I love how Uranium 235 has been mentioned. An isotope of Uranium, capable of sustaining fission chain reaction. Describes the capability of the author to go beyond regular channels of limitations in terms of losing control on himself/herself. Thus, being precautious is recommended.

    And those who have witnessed such an...explosion in the past would prefer to maintain a safe distance, from the author? ..I am not sure whether the poem is written from the perspective of the author going through the notion of self-resentment, or perhaps displaying the power to drive away hordes of wrong people that he/she may encounter against his/her will.

    Very well written.

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