Challenge
Challenge of the Month XXXIX
Write a short poem about your own private Hell. The tortured who reigns gets 100 big ones. Winner will be picked by Prose. Go.
Earwig Nightmare
Locked in a room with thirty thousand bugs,
Their wriggling legs make my skin crawl and tug,
The earwigs are everywhere, on walls and on floors,
I feel trapped and helpless, with no open doors.
Their pincers twitch and antennae wave,
I try to stay calm, but feel like a slave,
To their endless movements, their eerie sound,
My fear intensifies, I'm hopelessly bound.
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Challenge
Challenge of the Month XXXIX
Write a short poem about your own private Hell. The tortured who reigns gets 100 big ones. Winner will be picked by Prose. Go.
No-o-o-o-o-o-o !!!!!
I sit and I stare at the screen on my desk
and I watch as my friends make their posts;
my thoughts are awash with great story ideas
but for now, they’re elusive as ghosts.
I long for the days when I cavorted on Prose,
and great poetry spilled from my head,
but I bought this new wireless keyboard and mouse
and all the damned batteries are dead!
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