Five

As the darkness descends,
We find,
Ourselves failing.
Reminiscence
Always reminds
Of days ,
Long gone,
Of cataclysms,
Barely survived.
This tale of
Our doom
Swears,
We never relinquished,
Yet this conte
Foretells the promises,
Of woes
Yet unseen.
These calamities
Always crush
And consume.
Fate begets
This dreadful dolor,
Ravaging,
Ruining
And laying to waste,
All.
Admiringly,
It also devastates
Our very senses
Allowing us,
Not to feel.

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Milton Robertson
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Very well put together. For dark poetry, it’s so brightly true.

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