Best Poems Written by Tg Derek

Wetsock

At any rate,
I really didn’t expect it 
to plague me this way.

I’m trying to overcome,
and go on with my day.

My left brain keeps scolding,
 “you’re so immature”

I want to believe that,
but I’m not so sure.

I pray for deliverance
of this burden I bear

it’s almost absurd
that I’m caught in this snare.

I feel so moronic,
where do I begin?

Well, my sock’s soaking wet 
and it clings to my skin. 

I sat down to dinner,
and while saying my prayer,
I never spotted the ice cube
that was under my chair.

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