unforeseen

July 25, 2017

a terrorized flight; a trembling heart; a murky pool of tears;

a fractured soul; foreboding scroll; those dread-inspiring fears;

the oracle who glows, come dawn, with uttered prophecies,

and feeds off fright, oh pure delight, at every whim and wheeze

when fortnights pass, sleepless and long, and terror fills thine eyes,

and at each little sight or sound thy scared heart almost dies

those sweaty fists do indicate anxiety and fear,

and the heart thuds faster and faster as said time comes near

each mortal's soul pines hard to learn the future undisclosed,

in hopes that he, in all glory, his heart's wants will impose

yet who, pray tell, has ever had such vision or such sight,

to accurately foretell and divulge what come might

the truth indeed, be that all time be engraved in a palm,

the palm of he, to whom is dedicated every psalm;

and when you learn that he himself has all your fate's threads sewn,

then you will no longer, my sweet darling, fear the unknown

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