Poem #175 (A Cold Foreboding)

Posted on April 9, 2018April 2, 2022 by Alina H. Hansen Writer & Poet

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A cold foreboding

comes alive in the

darkest hours

of the night.

A whisper,

a scream,

something

trembles

and rises

from a pit.

Thank you for reading my work!

-Alina

3 thoughts on “Poem #175 (A Cold Foreboding)”

Anna Cottage April 9, 201810:30 am

Made me go cold, excellent. Good luck with your BA in English.
1. alinahappyhansenwriter April 9, 20185:29 pm
  
  Thank you!
  1. Anna Cottage April 9, 201810:03 pm
    
    More than welcome.

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