The Bomb

My life feels like a ticking bomb, threatening to detonate in my naïve face. I sit and watch the brightly lit timer as it slowly counts down to zero, and resets… I am always on edge. Only this once has the torturous timer run down to nothing, mercifully ending my life. From the ruins of my wasted time on earth the eyes of my tortured soul fluttered as I realize my metaphoric death has been but a dream. My very soul aches, (I look around in bewilderment, looking for the cause of my pain). Tears stream down my face as my eyes land on nothing but the demonic, changing numbers. Cursing the endless countdown, I reevaluate and rise from the rubble of my life. Where I will go from here I don't know, but death is not an option my soul will consider today.