It was one minute to midnight
when he first felt the pain,
at first it was subtle
then when it happened
again,
he was frozen by fear,
rigid with fright,
was his destiny truly
to die, tonight?
~The H Word~ by Hazel Urquhart
"Genuine poetry can communicate before it is understood" ~ T.S. Eliot
It was one minute to midnight
when he first felt the pain,
at first it was subtle
then when it happened
again,
he was frozen by fear,
rigid with fright,
was his destiny truly
to die, tonight?
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