Predictions Poem by Daniel Rimero

Predictions



You will pay for what you say.
You will see what grows in me.
You will know the precise bow,
The relentless weight of snow.

You will find the ties that bind
Men and beasts, hands and fists
You will wake in a deep fake,
A bad dream you cannot break.

You will cry with every pry.
You will walk a way of chalk.
You will kiss a wind of bliss
without events to dismiss.

You will rise above your price.
You will fly throughout the sky.
You will leave your den, and then
You will fall. That will be all.

Predictions
Wednesday, July 15, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: fate
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