Love Poem: Foreboding
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Written by: Laura Breidenthal


Death burns 
holes in my mortal heart—
I am not opposed to it 
yet I detest how it looms over 
everything and everyone 
I love. 

How I cringe 
thinking about how 
in this lifetime I will 
face more absences,
more voids, more tears.

It is the 
foreboding of 
a storm—the clouds 
form gradually, making 
you so very alive and 
so very aware— 
yet you do not feel 
the true impact of
the blow until
it rains.