not on

not right, yet...

not wrong

a feeling of dread

but of anticipation

knowing its bad

not sure why

not when

understanding not how you know

just knowing

it fills your stomach

like an ache

like a hunger

that wont be satisfied

you try to go on

not wanting to

because you dont know what

will happen

dont know if you

will die or

be maimed

or a friends will

be lost

just the fear

because its happening