A Poem About A Mysterious Sound

I had an idea and so I tried to jot down something based around said idea.
The amount of syllables per line I limited myself to hurt the whole thing. I don’t know why I didn’t go back and start again. I don’t know why I remained stubborn.

Anyway, this is pretty bland, but I think there’s at least a bit of an idea there that could work if I expanded upon it, and maybe I will.

I hope you enjoy.

I hear a sound
I cannot place
It’s almost like
Metal grinding

It is quite smooth
Perhaps refined
It elongates
In brief seconds

The sound is there
Somewhere close by
It seems to move
With stilled motion

Once more it cuts
Though closer now
And closer still
It keeps moving

I stand and search
To find the source
It grows closer
I see nothing

About Stupidity Hole

I'm some guy that does stuff. Hoping to one day fill the internet with enough insane ramblings to impress a cannibal rat ship. I do more than I probably should. I have a page called MS Paint Masterpieces that you may be interested in checking out. I also co-run Culture Eater, an online zine for covering the arts among other things. We're on Patreon!
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