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
Poem #175 (A Cold Foreboding)
3 thoughts on “Poem #175 (A Cold Foreboding)”
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Made me go cold, excellent. Good luck with your BA in English.
Thank you!
More than welcome.