Cauterise emotion,
Leading to
Explosion.
A time bomb
Tick tick.
The anger built,
Ready to explode
Without guilt
Or restraint;
Only a faint wish
He could do better.
But once unfettered he went wild,
Like a child
Who had tasted too many sweets;
And so he walks Oxford streets,
Meets no one,
But wonders ‘why me?’
Had he been chosen,
Or just frozen
In time?
