Thursday, April 1, 2010


Sitting around the kitchen table
Watching my family self-destruct
Like a ticking time bomb
With no meter to warn
Of the official detonation time
The wick burns slowly
Sparks flying all around
No one knows how
To blow it out
Or disassemble
The devastation that lurks
Our heated words
Only fan the flame
And speed the process
There is no calm or cool
No plan to escape
We just sit and wait
Pointing fingers
Laying blame
To proud to say
I’m sorry.

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