The dropping feeling in your gut
People may say it is cliché
But have you ever experienced it
Then you too will say
That horrid silence of no breath
Mixed with the dreadful emptiness
Of the stomach filled with anticipation
Sprinkled with the endless heartbeat
Racing time in reverse
Slow motion seems endless
Right on cue as if you would rehearse
But who wants this practice?
Wishing it wasn’t so familiar
Wanting to flee from this dread omen
The draw to go run, hide, die, disappear
All to avoid that look, disappointment
Anger, rage, silence, d-day
Something and everything
It shall happen either way
Let the dread omen sing
Only time will truly tell
But past and premonition foretells
Fallen into trap and spell
Stomach knotted, bottomless wells
Don’t deny it now, I’m already sold
It’s sure to come soon
The future has been told
It happened already last sun and moon
