Her Ab·struséness
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or critique this poem? Three poems paraded through my head
They taunted me and teased my brain
While I lay writhing in my bed
And listened to the driven rain
I thought I’ll catch them but I missed
They died a lonely death it seems
Ball up my hand, I make a fist
Why can’t I just have sultry dreams?
Slipping from my reach, they bolt
Tripping, I climb from my warm bed
Stub my toe, I cuss from the jolt
That courses through me; to my head
They taunted me and teased my brain
While I lay writhing in my bed
And listened to the driven rain
I thought I’ll catch them but I missed
They died a lonely death it seems
Ball up my hand, I make a fist
Why can’t I just have sultry dreams?
Slipping from my reach, they bolt
Tripping, I climb from my warm bed
Stub my toe, I cuss from the jolt
That courses through me; to my head