Premonitions Poem by Jorge Arturo Valles Anguiano

Premonitions



Each day I wake up,
I see the sunlight,
and I know what's going to happen,
I know which actions are wrong
which ones are right,
I have the whole day to change what I saw,
what I saw in my dreams,
is what I see after waking up.

My premonitions are all about me,
just to make me know
what should I change,
what should I do,
what should I think.

My premonitions scare me,
they show me how I die,
they show me what did I did wrong,
and...
it is painful...,
it hurts the damage I take from my death,
because I feel what I dream,
sometimes I confuse what's reality,
sometimes I feel that things are... inevitable.

Each day I talk about it,
and think about it,
I describe what I dream to the one I love,
and she knows that I'm gonna disappear,
that one day she is going to see me,
but not alive,
and I know,
because I have seen it before,
in a premonition.

Sunday, April 2, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: life and death
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