How could you not realise?
Did you not think?
…that I would not notice,
we’re starting to sink.
Atmosphere’s electric,
could cut with a knife;
a lightning conductor,
where lightning strikes twice.
Our words are so crossed,
it’s a tangled up mess,
there’s really no hope,
we’re doomed! (More or less.)
So it’s pistols at dawn,
as we’re matched in a duel,
with our rapiers drawn,
adding fire to our fuel.
I know it’s no contest,
this match that we’re in;
like hell will you beat me,
I’m determined to win!
© That Sinking Feeling 29.11.2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Lightning striking the Eiffel Tower (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
I like the grit you show in this poem.
A core of steel 😀
😉