The frustrations inside of me
build up
to such an extent
that it’s like an atomic bomb.
So dangerous to
so many lives.
No one, not even I,
understand what they are made up of,
or why.
They settle on the bottom of my heart
until…
some unknowing soul
picks it up
and shakes it.
Then the frustrations
become alive again
mixing in an uncontrollable mass
causing
a major explosion…..
Silence all around
as I sit
alone,
unfeeling, uncaring, non-existent.
The result of an atomic heart.
