Problem Poem by Victor Henderson
Problem
I can feel the problem
but cant see it
I know I shouldn't have it
But can't remove it
I toss and turn..squirm and squirm
It latches on, with a grip so otherworldly
So I'm still, still as the problem inside me
It looks like an abyss lodged in my chest
Its quite beautiful I must confess
I stare and stare thinking of what it could be
Here I stare and there it sits
Me searching, it being
Never ending.
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4/24/2024 4:02:07 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A great description of the mind's view of a problem