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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nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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This poem chills to the bone. It is a premonition neglected. Well written my friend
thanks for reading, much appreciated
Most welcome
My friend, “Like a cigarette / Rolled too tight” is such an effective opening image. It immediately creates pressure, discomfort, and the feeling that something is about to snap. Great job on this, Norman. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
most kind, thanking you always much appreciated
Good write N.
You been waiting so long for that bus that you're having premonitions, illusions, seeing things, about it now! lol. It's a ghost-bus, a mirage. lol.
I think you are right. I am seeing no 7 in my head lol
Well written. Your poem captures a narrative of a night filled with ominous feelings and a sense of impending doom, culminating in an act of violence.
thanking you for reading, always much appreciated
Intense, suspenseful, forboding. Excellent write!
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Powerful write, Norman🕊️🙏
so kind, always appreciated, thanking you for the read
Always welcome dear friend 🕊️🙏
Very dark words Norman and so well written.
Andy
thanks for reading my friend, as always much appreciated
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