Something is different
About this night
Like a cigarette
Rolled too tight
A gentle hum
To fill the air
A sense of foreboding
A certain flair.
Flirting with danger
Yet to arrive
A distant echo
A certain vibe
Steel to flesh
On to bone
The smell of blood
A numbing tone.
Still I ventured
Out that night
Forgetting the warning
Alcohol to blight
My senses dulled
In disarray
Until the blade struck
In a hateful way.
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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Comments1
This poem chills to the bone. It is a premonition neglected. Well written my friend
thanks for reading, much appreciated
Most welcome
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