I break out in a cold sweat
My hair rises up in alarm
I wonder why I am scared
And what will cause me harm..
Premonition strikes at the oddest of times
But mainly in the dead of night
I fear the roof may fall
I wonder if calamity will call
It is nice to be intuitive
When future seem good and bright
But then arise my doubts
And fill me up with fright
Till I take a deep breath
And calm my weary soul
For that is the only way
That I can become whole
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safina (Pseudonym) (
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I know a competent tradesman who fixes roofs. Says he would be prepared to fix yours for a modest fee plus an expenses paid trip to India and return.... From your last neat stanza it feels like you have everything under control really..... 👍
tradesman is welcome to visit India anytime, only need to pay airfare [as i am not working any longer or would have paid it for sure]- can be my guest as we have enough space to accommodate family and friends 365/24/7 and will definitely pay the fees for the treatment..
actually am trying to keep negativity under control, though circumstances are sometimes challenging
but yes - be my/our guest anytime you feel like visiting
Ah I wish I were a few years younger and I would gazump the worker and come myself....
It was a very neat little poem.
you are only as young as you think- so welcome to our humble home anytime
take care..
Call it premonition or panic attack what ever it is a very unpleasant situation. Very nicely written with images enhancing its description.
yes it is not pleasant while it lasts...
Hope it passes well and soon
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