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An Ominous Vision

~ Frank Solanki ~ 20 Comments

I said, “I had a vision

Doesn’t feel too good

We should pack our bags now

Leave this town for good.”

But no one ever listened

They thought it was a joke

Everyone just laughed at

The warning that I spoke

It wasn’t long before they

Realised their fault

Everything just stood still

The town came to a halt

With every rat that came out

With every worm in town

All the ravens fluttered

To bring the moonlight down

That’s when it was certain

We had reached our end

There was no escaping

The terrors of new friends

Everyone was eaten

Not a soul was spared

Then they came up to me

A new king was declared

Then I woke up from my

Dreamy premonition

Is this what it’s like to

Have an ominous vision?

Little Girls

~ Frank Solanki ~ 22 Comments

Mom, what if the bed is a monster?

What if the pillow is a bait?

What if the blanket is his tool

To wrap little girls like me?

…

Does he carry them far away

Where he actually dwells

Somewhere in a dark cave

Where he feasts and savours

Innocent, little girls like me?

…

Does nobody fight back?

Is he too ugly? Too powerful?

Can I fight him, Mom?

Am I brave enough? Strong enough

To save little girls like me?

My Dark Shadow

~ Frank Solanki ~ 11 Comments

My dark shadow never leaves me

Follows me day and night

Follows me to all the places

Wherever there is light

…

My dark shadow keeps a watch

Stares right through my skin

At my soul in his control

Locked forever within

…

My dark shadow always haunts me

Haunts me night and day

All my heart is torn apart

For she never goes away

Just This One Last Time

~ Frank Solanki ~ 23 Comments

A friend asked me to read his palm

“Tell me how long I’ve got

Am I going to live plenty?

Am I going to live a lot?”

…

Now he always likes to pull my leg

I’m not at all into reading lines

Yet I played along with him

Just this one last time

…

I said, “This short line over here

That’s worrying I must say

I do not reckon you would

Make it past another day.”

…

He chuckled and called me an ass

“How long do I get to live?

Is it a minute or an hour?

How much time do you give?”

…

“Just a couple of minutes.” I said

And stabbed him several times

I chuckled and called him an ass

Just this one last time

I Have A Fear

~ Frank Solanki ~ 32 Comments

I have a fear

That things are going to end

That dreams will never be fulfilled

That plans will remain incomplete

I have a fear

That places will never be seen

That things will never be spoken

That relationships will never be mended

I have a fear

That potential will be wasted

That no mark will be left

That no good will be remembered

I have a fear

That there is an escape route

But no efforts will ever be put

That fate was accepted without toil

I have a fear

That Death will overtake

That Death will overcome

That Death will overrule

Game Over!

~ Frank Solanki ~ 17 Comments

The more I live, the more I believe

That we are all part of a videogame

That there are levels some of us may never reach

Hidden areas and secrets, unknown powers and potentials — things we may never know

That God holds the joystick and controls everything

That we are mere characters for amusement

And all we have is one life

I Hear The Clock Ticking Away

~ Frank Solanki ~ 11 Comments

I hear the clock there ticking away

Every night and every day

Every moment that passes me by

Brings me truth — I can’t deny

Inching closer to a big wall

With a door to allow us all

Entrance in the fire’s mouth

Where we’re all heading south

One by one they’ll call our name

The cruel Death and his dame

With laughter rising in the air

And fear sets the atmosphere

All these thoughts are scary, aren’t they?

The clock keeps ticking away

I guess my head just needs some sleep

To axe these thoughts — they’re buried deep

You Didn’t Want Me

~ Frank Solanki ~ 18 Comments

You wanted my money, honey

You wanted my fame, dame

You wanted everything that I had

But you didn’t want me

…

You wanted gifts and presents

Every expensive accessory

All the things that cash could buy

But you didn’t want me

…

You wanted love and care

But never showed any in return

Love could never be unfair

Love was supposed to be fun

…

Now I look back upon

The time we spent together

Wonder what a fool I

Had been all these years

…

You wanted everything that I could give

But not everything that I was

You didn’t want me

So I didn’t want you

Love You Never Attain

~ Frank Solanki ~ 20 Comments

Some love you may have to lose

Some love you may glad to gain

But the greatest love you’ll ever know

Is the love you never attain

Mundane

~ Frank Solanki ~ 27 Comments

Oh your love

In those fine summer days

How mundane it had felt

And yet today

In these cold winter chills

I miss your love like hell