Poetic Problem Poem by Fred Babbin
Poetic Problem
Rating: ★5.0
I hear the words
Inside my head –
They whisper to me
When I am lucky.
But when they’re silent
The screaming begins
The great black pit opens
And the feeling of death
Comes too soon,
So I must hope to survive
Until the next poem is written
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5/5/2024 8:24:41 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Sounds like a nightmare I used to have, truly. Glad to meet you here, Fred. I want to read many more of your poems.