Maximum Whelm

How I dream of being just whelmed,

I can’t remember how it feels,

I’m marooned inside a realm,

of unachievable ordeals.

 

There’s no resting place or crutch,

the torment follows me around,

trouble whelms me much too much,

and there’s no solace to be found.

 

Please God let me be fourteen,

before the whelming was non-stop,

before it got too much to clean

up, with my bucket and my mop.

 

 

 

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4 thoughts on “Maximum Whelm

  1. I like this. personal opinion, I don’t think you need the word ‘up’ or the comma in the last line of the 3rd stanza … again just personal opinion.
    Either way – this was a relate-able read. Thanks.

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