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PRESSURE BOMB
ABOUT TO EXPLODE

but it doesn't

stuck in
frozen state
of late
bound down
like a fly
to sticky paper
that keeps folding
and folding
into itself
until it forms
a vice grip
around the energy
that's dying to be

s e t f r e e

rumble
rumble
there's boiling trouble
teeth are clenched
and I'm tired
so tired
of giving from
the residue of
an empty pool

wont go out
can't stay in
the light in my heart
is getting dim

can't sleep soundly
can't stay awake
I live for the salvation
of morning's break

where I can be still
and listen to reason
and pay it attention
to avoid self treason

the all too familiar dance
of an unlearned
cycle circumstance