Dystopia
Dystopia
Jul 19, 2022
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Neopoem Of The Week July 17th through July 23 2022

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City Ruins

Gathering around the city of white,
Pestilence, famine, and lack of elixir,
Things any man would fear,
Upon the arrival of death before their gates,
For an end of all ends, the city braced.

About This Poem

Last Few Words: This was written pre-pandemic… the irony.

Review Request Intensity: I appreciate moderate constructive criticism

Editing Stage: Not actively editing

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Country/Region: Canada

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Rosewood Apothecary

One thing…

Gathering around the city of white,
Pestilence, famine, and lack of elixir,
Things any man would fear,
Upon the arrival of death before their gates,
For an end of all ends, the city braced.

Saying upon twice is very redundant but this means exactly the same thing. Please take my suggestions lightly. Really cool poem.

Tim