"Premonitions"
by Bruce Denton
See me,
And see nothing else.
The worn-out shell,
The living dead.
Only just,
For a glimpse of the sun.
The oncoming storm -
The dying love.
And on your knees to eat the dust,
The frightening momentum -
That keeps you going.
Only just.
It's all in the mind.
But there is no escape,
Or so it seems.
And you will never know -
How loud you scream.
And how much I cry.
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