Ominous

My footpath is blue, green, ominous, red, black….

I step unto myself in a dark, dark road.

I ask of myself questions beyond repair.

I meet one too many frogs.

Not the point though,

I stare at the green in front of me, giving me light, upon light, upon light.

I am a caged free bird.

And while the cage is inside my head, I am free.

I fight. Too strong for cages and yet…yet…

Serene. Peace and quiet for a time.

Who am I? Tell me where I am from.

Who had me? Tell her I am forever indebted.

Who hates me? Tell them they can’t hate what they cannot understand.

As I stop to smell a flower, I think, who shivers like me indeed?

Ominous. The floor lights up my path..I am free…I start my walk to this. To feel..Scared.

The past is an old armchair in the attic, the present an ominous ticking sound, and the future is anybody’s guess.

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