Frigg... Poem by Ima Ryma

Frigg...



Friggatriskaidekaphobia,
Tiz fear of Friday the 13th.
I await one to show me a
Clue what this fear does really meanth.
Each such day, I just stay in bed,
And try to sleep the day away,
But stay awake out of sheer dread
That evil lurks, and I'm the prey.
I have this fear and don't know why.
Saturday the 14th, I'm fine.
But just the thought that time does fly,
Sends nervous shivers down my spine.

Friday the 13th - the next one
Is on its way and never done.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Titi Dale 26 February 2013

...it seems you wait for misfortune to pounce upon you! You must keep moving, otherwise it will make its kill. Nevertheless, this is a great poem!

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