Love Poem: Wicked Mischief
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Written by: Andrea Dietrich

Wicked Mischief

Stealthily and with no invitation, Wicked Mischief rides into my night, dismounts and strides inside. How impolite! For rudely she intrudes - this aberration, bearing that unholy “deprivation” strongly brewed with venom of her spite, and if I can, I’ll try to expedite her speedy flight; thus my liberation. My desperation’s growing all the while. Can I fight her power? Can I flee her whisperings unceasing that so rile me? Oh, precious seconds gone! I see light of day. Sweet sleep she did defile. Insomnia has wrought fait accompli. March 9,2014 For the Love or Hate, Pick a Subject 2 Poetry Contest of Shadow Hamilton I hate Wicked Mischief!!