The signals are weak
the road ahead is steep
a giant leap,
the wait is real
every step is a hurdle
It is coming.

must be
and little time
surmised a while
I am hoping for a blanket
engulfing me with warmth
but the rain showers
persist
and cool winds follow.

the signs outside the door is misleading
every intruder is entering
I am magnet to the things I avoid
I see it coming.

It comes.