Countdown to Serenity
Ten’s the magic number to quell the rumbling thunder.
Nine will give ti time to settle and subside.
Eight more to wait for the heat to dissipate.
Seven creates a hole for the tension to be left in.
Six ticks by while you parse through your ethics.
Five finally arrives to numb anger’s drive.
Four, and it still feels like your blood is flooding your pores.
Three helps you dream of that paradise serene.
Two’s here and you’re still rifling through the fear.
One slows the heart enough to allow a restart.