Seconds
Away the seconds tick,
inside my head I hear the click.
The roar, the blast, the crazy sounds,
the sirens equipped with snarling hounds.
The words, the screams the hollering dead,
all the voices in my head.
With the fall I fell the breeze
death to avoid their wretched tease.
With the jump, the slip, the fall,
only one tear shed from them all.
Copyright © Elissa Quigley | Year Posted 2016
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