Premonitions Poem by James McLain

Blocked by the state what we dream is nearly here.
Have you been locked out of your own head.
Feelings of angst more not than of dread.
Never knowing when again they will come.

Claiming what is broken that can not be fixed.
We do and we have lived in the greatest country it's mix.
Millions will drown if it's never addressed.
Vitamin E and dementia drugs.

International discussion billions at risk.
I have fallen alone none to help me rise up.
Wounded warriors P.T.S.D. traumatic brain injuries.
I wait to slow to die, hurry up and get on with it.