Dread (2)

A wait that rushes heavily

and somehow goes unseen by the others...

a latent, uncontagious knowing of

nightmares expected to come.

 

Dread is a pallet of hope and despair,

Haplessly unbalanced

and unrecognisable.

In children

and the thousand-year old

 

It can stack to be towers deep

never getting enough

Not like happiness or bliss

There is no limit

Each layer finds a way to fit like a hat to a head and stick like gum in the chest

 

But when it's gone, you don't feel a residue

Not that much most of the time

And if you're really lucky, the same thing you were dreading will happen again and you'll get

your second chance.

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