I live in fear that's all too real
and simply can't escape.
I tremble at the angst I feel,
for more than fear...it's fate.
The names are shown, the curtain's drawn;
I bellow out in pain.
I know my piece won't see the dawn,
for Dean has joined again.
The hope my work may stand a chance
is clearly just a ruse.
I'm sure his pics will move and dance
where all who challenge...lose.
No doubt there'll be an eerie track
where haunting music plays.
I beg to get my five bucks back
but Tom tells me it stays.
I'll watch in fear as fans all vote,
amazed how numbers rise.
Reviews will wish me luck, but note:
those mocking words are lies.
Yes, Dean will overpower all.
Not one will hold compare.
We'll weep in pain and surely fall
and wade in our despair.
Kuchphobia is not a thing,
my therapists assure.
So any fear these prompts may bring...
there'll never be a cure.
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| Writing Prompt |
Write a RHYMED poem about a phobia or fear that plagues you.
Use anything you have at your disposal to create your poem.
No one will be disqualified as I am monitoring the contest.
Above all, just have fun! |
Author Notes
Just poking some fun with Dean, folks. Relax, I got his blessings first.
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