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