Henri Théophile Hildibrand [see page for license], via Wikimedia CommonsToday’s subject for Robert Brewer’s blog is suffering. Click on the link below to read the contributions of the community and add your own. Mine is below. Don’t worry about me, LOL, the speaker in the poem is suffering. I am fine. I wanted to get inside the feeling and went back to periods in the distant past when I experienced it.
2013 April PAD Challenge: Day 10 | Write a Poem a Day Until May | WritersDigest.com.
Suffering
I am
at the bottom
of a well.
I have
always
been here,
though
I suspect
I have not.
When I look
up, the
night is
starless
and I imagine
clouds.
The stone
walls of my
prison are
slick with putrid
moss. I
can see
no hope.
I can see
no hope.
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