What's The Problem Poem by Rachel Slimm

What's The Problem



The problem is
I need a drink.
The problem is
my head.
The problem is
my jumbled thoughts
and wishing I
was dead.

The problem is
the guilt.
The problem is
the pain.
The problem is
just waking up
to face the day
again.

The problem is
I'm wicked.
The problem is
I'm wrong.
The problem is
I don't deserve
to live - that's why
I'm gone

20/04/08

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Howard Johnson 21 May 2008

I have to agree with blue bird, about 'are you ok 4real, A pleasure to read, Rachel

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Stone Granite 09 May 2008

I like the rhythm of this poem. Nicely done.

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~A Little Blue Bird~ 09 May 2008

Wow, that was a very good poem. The pace of it was perfect. I hope you are ok 4real.

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Rachel Slimm

Rachel Slimm

Hayle, Cornwall
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