Was that a signal from the universe?
Voices telling me not to go through the tunnel.
I felt the soft breath, a sigh
against my cheek
Are the dead teasing me?
Still calling me on?
Did I throw all my good senses
to the four winds
When walking out last night
Does the world wail for me?
I think not
As I float down river, out to sea…
©anitadawes 2020
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