Something's coming, I can sense it
In the way my bones ache
In the way my chest tightens
In the way my muscles pulsate
And they throb
They twitch beyond my control
I pound on my legs and my feet and my arms
But they won't stay still
And I notice a pattern
It's a constant rhythm
A code, a cipher
And I know that it's the beat of the drums
The drums of war
YOU ARE READING
Senses
PoetryA compilation of poetry and prose I have written over the years. I hope to improve as time goes on ✨
