I’ve developed super powers
kind of like predictive text,
I just think about the future
and can see what’s coming next.
But my powers are defective
They see possibilities
and the price I pay is heavy
and it makes it hard to breathe.
I might wake up from a nightmare
scared by visions that they show
and my chest is feeling tight
as the beating starts to slow.
I remind myself it’s theory
there’s no fact in what I see
but that doesn’t stop the feeling,
all the fear it puts in me.
If these powers had a toggle
I would never switch them on
I despise this little nuisance
Where I see what could go wrong.
~ Andrew
It’s that time of year where I remember I have a blog I can post to (In truth I just haven’t been writing much that I am ready to or want to share – I am still writing though!)
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