Ticking Time Bomb (lovely poem)

A ticking time bomb;
Self destruct.
Set to go off,
To deconstruct.

I never know…
Till I hear the weeps,
Of people crying…
When my timer beeps –

I explode,
I destroy my life,
Wounding all,
Like a knife.

I can’t control them,
The bombs inside,
Devastation
Sent worldwide…

Shock-waves sent;
Buck-ten mile an hour,
To big to endure,
They overpower….

And it seems,
To whom all I speak,
End up wounded,
My losing streak…

Some victims of mine,
Never recover.
But there are those,
Who rediscover.

I am not!
The spawn of Satan;
But I have a life,
I need to straighten…

And by God,
Oh Lord above…
Is there such a thing;
As free love?

Cause every time
It seems it’s real,
It seems I must
Pay to feel.

Though in the end,
After all,
I choose this.
Over nothing at all…

I find a way,
I crack a smile.
I force onward,
The extra mile.

l do what I do,
Without any rest.
Always moving forward,
To what I feel is best.

I haven’t left,
To many behind…
Except ones who steal,
Or undermined...

I try real hard,
To finally be calm,
Knowing; I’ll always be;
A ticking time bomb…