I feel myself bouncing on the nervous, sweaty young mans torso,
I feel the fear pouring out of this boys body as he steps on the bus with a hypnotic stare only thinking of one thing,
I want to resist,
I don’t want to be the cause of death and destruction,
I don’t want to be the single object that instills fear in some sorrow in others and regret in the one who is in control of me,
I don’t want to be the darkness at the end of life,
I wish nothing more than this, but what can I do,
I am a bomb,
I feel the detonator being thumbed in the vest I am worn on,
In one flash, one split second, my existence, my purpose for being here is fulfilled,
I explode.
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Tucker, I like how you express the feelings of the people that are around the bomb and I like how you have your poem in the bombs perspective. It really shows really emotions and shows a deeper meaning in your poem. Good Job!
ReplyDeleteTucker, your word choice is good, and I really like your last few lines - powerful. I am not sure if I like the motif of "I" statements or not - you could have used them more effectively and worked on line breaks. But what I really like about the poem is the perspective of the resistant bomb. It makes me feel that the blame is truly on humanity for twisting natural things for unnatural purposes. Nice work.
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