Doom, Impending

Doom, Impending short poem

Photo by János Balázs

Swing of the sundial and capricious collapse
my soul left vexed at the precipice of night
vacant stare from the dew of dawn
damned my inexorable fate
and despite!

Insular folds they threatened to burst
though stimulant swam in the inner river
stacks amongst stack of courier n’ times
seven spins ’til illation winds
and I whither!

Forgone the stars and the gloom of night
warmth and elder sun belie the hope
verily once now tattered and scorned
one tick from ol’ decline
and again, I cope!

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Christopher S. Bunch
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Very deep, I like the way you described a lot of things. For example, “Insular folds they threatened to burst” paints a vivid picture. Lots of imagery!

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