Future Poem by Paul Warren

When he slept at night the saw it all
The future in flashes he could recall
Usually it was such a harmless thing
Until tonight when it had an ominous ring

It was still in flashes but not so mundane
But he was worried about what was the refrain
For he had seen himself lying on the ground
Not moving with blood in a puddle all around

So he called in sick and sat in the lounge room
He looked with a suspicious eye in the gloom
And he wondered how long he could keep going
As he thought and worried about his future knowing.

© Paul Warren Poetry