my wrist electric
with barometric pressure
I begin my morning walk
past places I never see
while driving
beyond the pond with beavers
I never catch sight of
the storm grows
palpable
as lies
lurking behind
this sun lit sky
a danger
invisible
like when I met
the man who hurt me
that bit of warning
though his eyes
were nothing
different
I trust in what
my broken bones
already know
and turn home
evil never
shows
4 comments:
True and well-stated. Good job.
Nice play on things we never take notice of--until it's too late.
I feel this poem!
It was really relate-able, I feel like so many people understand this feeling, but didn't know how to verbalize it until you came along. Great write!
Dangers do lurk and it's good to be wary.
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