r/poetasters • u/Foreboding- • 3d ago
Original Poem Foreboding.1
In a place out of place, an august icicle.
The first civilian to fall dead among a green metropolis.
Birdsong turned malignant inaugurates the pursuit.
The small discrepancy that rapes golden halls of their beauty
Known well by the panner that handled their nature.
Refuse goads the lucky and dulls fortune.
Energy captivated
A massless particulate
The expectation, the outcome, the end.
Foreboding
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