In vain, premonition

This is the first poem I wrote in this style, that I later developed and use most often, and in fact in all the posted poems. I will post this unedited and exactly as it was when I wrote it a year ago

I often think of that day.

It hasn't happened yet, but it will.

A long train of thought in a moment,

lacking the logic of decision,

the clarity of foresight,

and ending in anger.

 

I see clearly the grey cloud of smoke

with its firm grip upon us,

pulling you away by the hair,

and rendering me motionless until brereavements end.

"This is not what I want!" Screamed my innermost thoughts.

But they couldn't free themselves,

and I won't need them again.

 

This day hasn't passed,

 and I won't let it,

Even if it means saying goodbye.

I promise I won't leave you, goodbye.

Author's Note

This is rough, and while most of my poetry is not much better, that's usually under control. Not editing this took a lot of willpower