Foreboding

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I feel an ominous sense of despair,

As if my whole world might explode.
Something is wrong, some darkness is looming;
I fear what all it may forebode.
The air that I breathe is holding me down;
I want to scream, I want to run.
But I can’t move, I’m trapped in this place
And all that I do’s been undone.

Oh please let me wake, it must be a dream,

Reality can’t be this bad.
How can I wake from a dream I’m not in?
If it’s real then I may go mad!