What the Wrecking Ball Said

Yes, I go by "Wrecking Ball."
Send me crashing through that wall.
It's by design - all mine.  It's fine.
Desolation:  that's the name.
Chaotic aftermath, the game.
You say I'm wasted, dense. I'm free!

I fly through floors and doors, you see?
This chain you're wishing you could break
helps me swing back from my ache;
there's nothing better than the sting
of smashing careless through a thing.

When dust clouds clear, my deep delight:
my demolition by daylight.
I need no "saving,'  Save your own.
You haven't lived until you're thrown.

I do this every day.  It's fine!
Unless there's nothing left to fall.
I loathe composure, most of all.

What the Wrecking Ball Said © Copyright 2021, Robert J. Tiess.

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Submitted: April 28, 2019

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