The silence in my home is so loud that I cannot sleep My thoughts are random Will I ever learn to actually inhale a cigarette? Will I die tomorrow? If I do- ponder this' How do I know that on 4/12/12 I will be found dead shortly thereafter It would be a clique to meet your maker on Friday 4/13/12 .... But somehow I knew HOW? Well you always say bad things happen on Friday the 13th o on weekends when drs aren't around Well~ if I suddenly stop posting just remember that somehow I knew
04/12/2012
Posted on 04/12/2012Copyright © 2026 Joan Serratelli
Joan! That is spooky!I sure that doesn't happen!
Great first stanza - nice bit of tension, a wide open venue for what might come next. This is a good combination of superstitious customs and humor. I like the direction your writing has taken.