The Something Poem by Edwina Reizer

Sense something is coming.
What it is I do not know.
I feel in the morning times.
In the night I feel it grow.

I await this something
that's like a puff of smoke.
It clouds my vision
and my breath feels as if it will choke.

Do you also feel this something
that you can't define?
Or am I alone
with this feeling of mine?

Whatever it is I can deal with it now.
I've reached the age of acceptance.
There is no something to frighten me
that's near or in the distance.