To see beyond my time
Some say it is a gift
But to foresee a crime
Which the effects are swift
Brings about worried thought
Debating what to do
If future can be fought
My vision won't come true
With anxious fast breath
I try to understand
This vision of my death
Brought by a traitor's hand
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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An intensely deep poem ...
for, how well you described Judas, and his treacherous kiss! I know you are agnostic, but your poem is brilliant. Often in this life souls are murdered by the traitor's hand.
Well written piece.
Love
Myra
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I'll leave you a comment when you put what I asked for in the authors box!
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One needs vision of Nosetradamus to see the future...
It's very thought provoking... excellent rhyming and six syllable count in each line... one has to be talented to compose such a metrical poem... Succinct but perfect…
Good luck in the contest...
mina
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