Sixth Sense

There’s a storm brewing
Somewhere up ahead.
I can feel it a’coming.
It fills me with dread.

Blue skies, but dark water
Looms just below.
The calm that’s now with us,
Will be broken, I know.

The wind's from the east.
It’s blowing in change.
The new day is dawning
And it feels very strange.

Intuition is rampant.
My hair’s standing on end.
I fear a presence approaching
Just around the bend.

I don’t know what’s coming
But it can’t be good.
This subtle forewarning
Is quite understood.

I need to be leaving.
Can’t stay in this place!
I’ll flee from this tempest,
Disappear with no trace.

The evil won’t find me
For I will be long gone
Away from this darkness
I will simply move on.

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