Premonitions Poem by Phil Soar

Premonitions



Left all alone, I'm rather prone
to abject premonition
I see the future in my mind
coming to fruition
the only deep regret I have
is that it's based on fiction
my thought process is blinkered and
it's sort of an addiction

Tuesday, April 7, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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