Impending
I hear thunder in the distance
it is coming my way
Will the accompanying lightning
strike me down at last
Shall I run or hunker down
As I wait for the storm to arrive
I experience flashbacks of good times & bad
For some reason I believe this time it is it for me
I listen to the drums as they approach
ever closer—they are war drums
I tell myself I am nothing—
an innocent bystander
guilty as charged
As I sit & wait I realize I remain
further & further from the truth
like a single lamb in the countryside
may two thousand twenty-five
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