I met her
on a dating app
many years ago
she was in her fifties
long black hair
voluptuous
probably beautiful
in her youth
I sat in her house
chatting with her
and I felt such
darkness there
I’m no psychic
I’m no seer
but the darkness
felt heavy and
disturbing
I’m not saying
she was evil
maybe the darkness
was just an
overhanging gloom
or maybe she
messed with Ouija
boards and some
dark arts
and her house
was infested
with some
eerie stuff
maybe I
dodged
a bullet
by never
seeing her again
or maybe I
missed out
on true love
and the darkness
was all
in my mind
but I don’t
think it was.
Bob Boyd
Author: BobBoyd
Age 80. Cancer survivor since 3 years ago. Work out 3 times a week. Ride my exercise bike 2 hours a day. Live a solo reclusive life. Retired a year ago from working with the elderly in a nonprofit. Started writing poetry a little over a year ago; most poems I write are fictional but some are not. Spiritual with a permanent spiritual experience. Write poems on many subjects. Always researching for many of my poems and because of my unquenchable thirst for knowledge. After reading and hearing about many near death experiences and death bed visions, I believe death is the ultimate awakening and the relocation of a lifetime. You may believe differently, but you have the right to be wrong -- I'm just messing with you. :-)
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