Premonitions Poem by Joseph Narusiewicz

Do you ever fight for your sanity?
Sometimes when I pray I have premonitions
Do you shut the doors for days and lust
I do and I know you

Good and evil wrestle
Love and loneliness like hungry night
Poets make love to their muse
The morning sun bright like Holiness

The world doesn't go away
Pain is part of it
Duel nature is part of it
You my love around 1 am are part of it

We try to be good people
Some admire us
But we know both ends of the candle
You won't erase me will you?

Your wet sheets are premonitions