Epiphany
Ignus fatuus, things taboo.
Premonitions coming true.
Destiny calls, her bill is due.
Deja vu!!
Phantom places I've never been.
Left my body on the bed.
Words once spoken.
Yet, not said.
Voices I hear in my head.
Illusions, dreams, ghosts haunting you....
If you where me, what would you do?
Hocus pocus, fantasy an alternate reality?
Watched my life pass right by
in a blink of my minds eye.
Seconds, just before I die.
Omens, signs, clairvoyancy?
What is this inside of me?
Psyche, sixth sense, telepathy?
Fracturing my sanity.
Vibes or warnings, prophecies?
Draining my mortality.
Extrasensory perceptions,
final plea?
Gifted, cursed, divinity?
Visions only do I see?
Wisdom of futures soon to be?
Or of predestine fatalities?
Trapped in this realm, where I cannot flee.
Only death, will set me free.
Copyright © Heather Condee | Year Posted 2015
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