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 says:

April 9, 2018 at 10:30 am

Made me go cold, excellent. Good luck with your BA in English.
1. alinahappyhansenwriter says:
  
  April 9, 2018 at 5:29 pm
  
  Thank you!
  1. Anna Cottage says:
    
    April 9, 2018 at 10:03 pm
    
    More than welcome.

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