Dread

The Fortune Teller

The Fortune Teller (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Why did I feel such dread
To look upon your face
And know you’d won the race?

Why did my heart so fall
And scream in silent pain
To see you win again?

What’s written on your palm
And what stars gave you worth
The hour of your birth?

Is this just darker fate
These secrets I foresee
The footprints that you’ll leave?

(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved

About helenvalentina

Like most people, I have a number of sides to me. The most interesting one probably emerges through my writing, hence this blog. I love to read, and also to write, and so this is a way to share both.
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2 Responses to Dread

  1. Brian Hughes says:

    I’ve found that the best way to stop being beaten in races is to not enter them.

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