A.W. Books & Poetry

All to well,

I knew it true,

The feeling in my chest

A premonition in the queue.

Wake me up when September is through.

The thoughts, they creep

When I’m trying to sleep,

The same feeling as 2016

Terrified of the unseen

Silent screams of what could be.

The shaking in my voice asking “why me?”

But then again,

It’s just a dream,

Wake up the next morning,

Fall to my knees,

The cycle repeats.

It happened again,

I saw the bus spin

It happened again,

The reaper just grinned,

But this time he was holding the gun,

I told her to run,

Why was it actually done?

Cry in part because I saw it first.

A timid strength and awful curse

Found in a state where time could reverse.

Because when your dreams speak,

They tell the story and rehearse,

Then watch your horror because you saw it in the works.

~Annalise