Omens

First poem on this website!

Bad omens

They hide in the shadows

They lurk on passerby's

Bad omens

They wait and wait

For that one person

Once they find them

They strike

They strike on the innocent

The children who shouldn't know pain

The happy children

The ones that shouldn't change

The bad omen will latch onto them

And weigh them down

They will stay at the top of their shoulders

And wait

They wait

Until they are at their worst

Their weakest point

Then, they strike on the last time

Author's Note

I would like feedback!

Reviews

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

Hello, Dylan; and welcome to the Writers' Cafe. Poetry is a wonderful form of expression, particularly when you don't have anyone else to turn to. I have always called it "therapeutic purification;" and over the years, it has helped me immensely. I can tell from this poem that you are an intuitive young man, and I think that will be more developed with time, as with your poetry. Keep feeding that fire, and it will burn.