TICKING TIMEBOMB LEGACY
A fuse so short as to be none
Explosive like a shot gun
Shrapnel in the walls and furniture
Physical and emotional wounds and torture
Calm and loving one moment
The next something in you would foment
It always seemed we were walking a tight rope
Chewed fingernails clinging on to hope
The ticking timebomb that was you
In me it grew and grew and grew
Until one day I was filled with rage and jealousy
That would perpetuate our family legacy