It's telling me, it's telling me

Gotten shut off a million times

But, it's still telling me

I shrug it off-

Keen on debunking the probabilities

That it's yet another premonition 

Warnings. Yes! Warnings 

Ignored, erased, forgotten 

It's back now, still warning me

I'm unbothered still-

"Just little fragments of my imagination"

Still choosing this selective denial 

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Nothing's physical,

At least, not yet

It's just a silent voice in my head

And it just won't shut up!

There's much to lose if I choose to listen 

So I block out the intuitive hum

I should've listened, though 

Now, I can feel it in my bones

Uneased by the churning of my stomach 

The tension builds, a sense of foreboding 

It wasn't, it was and now it is,

I feel it instantly -

A pang of regret