Fibbing: Lost Poem by Chuck Toll
Fibbing: Lost
Lost
In
Her fear
Of shadows
Cast by adulthood,
She chants her grievances again.
This worn mantra of blame no longer sooths as it did,
But in her panicked state, hands stretched out to help remain
gnarled claws of most evil intent.
(Based on the Fibonacci sequence, so the number of syllables in each line of the poem is the sum of the previous two lines: 1,1,2,3,5,8,13,21,34, etc.)
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