Presage

When is the right time?
Time reveals the unknown; with conviction.
Foreshadowing tears of pain and guilt

In lieu of a summer's day, rain provides ample solace
Soothing the soul in a cathartic swirl

Will the right time come?
Restless is the boggled heart, till truth be told
Overwhelming the mind, slurring its purity
Never admitting its concealed debauchery
Gaudily retorting with a smile

Why ask?
Indistinct is the redness of the sky
Terror in all it's dim crimson glory
Hypnotizing, fixating, magnificent

Must I go on and on with the inevitable?
End the uncertainty, enter uneasiness

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