Singular Destruction Poem by I, Mongoose
Singular Destruction
Last night, lying awake in bed
Weighing the morrow's possibilities in my head,
There seemed things worthy of excitement and dread.
But that was before the light of day
Came and burned the possibilities away,
Leaving only the dry ash of what really took place.
Cruel Particular, with her one bitter aftertaste,
To all my cherished imaginings, hath lain waste.
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