Premonition Poem by Fab Ricciardi

Premonition



Like a wilting flower on its final hour
My life is coming to an end

So many things undone, so many things unsaid
If only I had followed instead of having led

What a strange sensation, this life so much frustration
So much sorrow, seems no hope for a tomorrow

Tears and fears throughout the years
Let me find that Great Beyond
Where the sun always shines and laughter reigns

Take my hand and lead me there

I am not afraid to die, though I sometimes wonder why

The pain, the anguish, the sorrow, the tears,
The lies, the cries, the worries and the fears
And
All for what, all for this?

Now I know why
I am not afraid to die

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