Problems Poem by Victoria Horn

Problems

Rating: 5.0


I found myself at the bottom of the heap,
Where the problems keep rolling down that hill so steep.
One way in and no way out, this is not what life is about.
But here I'm buried beneath all this stress,
Used to be organized, man what a mess.
But here I sit angry and stumped
When am I going to get out of this crazy slump.

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