Demolished Sensibility

Precision madness
Detailed hate
Predetermined evil
Clawing at the gate
Such a predictable fate

It will not wait
It will not debate
It takes its place
Right in front of your face
No matter what the case
It wants a taste
Of the human race

Predisposed malignancy
Predictive intensity
Unmatched stability
Capability to ruin
Your tranquility

Masking all credibility
Encouraging disability
Stone cold durability
Basking in futility
Welcoming hostility
Increasing the probability
Of a demolished sensibility
 

Todays poetry contest submission was written by Matthew Foor.

 

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