Apprehensive (Poetry)

I’m waiting for the bomb to drop
a tidal wave to swamp me
drown me — wreck what life I have
yank the rug from under

I wait to feel my heartbeat stop
the darkness rise to claim me
the jaunty clocks sits tight with taunts —
ticks threatening behind me

the telephone the doorbell’s buzz
brood silently their power
to trigger panic sends a chill
beyond all reason’s knowing

the air is heavy — charged with dread
this fear makes all things colder
anticipating God knows what
just waiting — growing older.