Classmate Response #3

Studnet Response

There is a little red button
in the back of our heads,
That shouts at others
“Do not dare push me!”
My little red button
has been pushed
and this time it is not a drill.
The fuse is burning fast
The tick is screaming louder
The bomb’s about to blow.
I am quickly falling apart
piece by piece.
My screws are loose,
My legs are wobbling all over the place,
and my head is bound to fall off sometime real soon.
I can’t find direction.
I can ‘t walk a straight line.
I’m running into walls and
stumbling over misplaced objects.
I’m losing my balance more so with every tick away.
My chest is caving into my lungs,
collapsing my airways,
getting closer to inhaling my last breath.
My many thoughts argue with one another,
keeping me from remembering
that I need to find a way to
put myself back together again,
because it is my mind that is
connected to the other end of the fuse
and time is running out.
My hands are broken,
unable to grab anything,
let alone pick myself back up again,
or at the least screw my head on any tighter.
My screws keep falling out faster and faster
while my head is closer and closer to becoming unattached.
I can’t concentrate on anything
because that little red button is in the back of my head screwing everything up,
And my heart???
That was the first thing to go

i aodre the image of a red button at the nack of heads. I tink it's well strucutre ut other than the red button being anger it could represent more which could be expanded. Maybe a poem about the Staple's Easy button.

Posted by Lucas Chance at 8:58 PM

I enjoyed reading this poem.   It made the reader have to jump from one subject to the other as if they were the person who was falling apart.