cold
alone
the wind howls
something calls out
i hear scratching down the cobbled hallway
fear grips like bands of steel crushing me
a low whimper
escapes me
thunder
booms
cold
alone
the wind howls
something calls out
i hear scratching down the cobbled hallway
fear grips like bands of steel crushing me
a low whimper
escapes me
thunder
booms
Mike's Manic Word Depot 
oh crikey! I wrote a poem named ‘City Rain’ with the same shape of words and ended with a sound word too, what a coincidence. I wrote mine in March though…😀
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That’s awesome. Serendipity. And I have read yours, I remember that one but never noticed the coincidence as yours was much better
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Mike, what happened to No.5?
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https://odconlinedatingcondition.wordpress.com/2019/01/29/the-tower-pt-5-tyburn/ here you go, probably got lost in the avalanche of posts i do
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