Premonition

Birthed into sparkling blue.
Confused, I don’t know what to do.
Thrashing hard but making no gains.
When I close my eyes all I see is flames.
Am I loony or seeing future?
Whatever it is I want a suture.
Saviour from my scattered head.
Respite might only come when I’m dead.

Believe that if you wish to kneel.
All this madness is filled with zeal.
With weary bones and stiffened joints.
Those I pass are whom raise points.
Criticism of my days amongst the living.
Demands I’m housed alongside unforgiven.
Vile statements issued in my wake.
From me life they wish to take.

Days are short and nights are long.
The world is not quite so strong.
Links are bending under the strain.
Not much is left in the collective brain.
Crumbling senses are failing now.
While I watch man turn to cow.
Mindless fools all around.
Soon they’ll all be in the ground.