Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE VICTIM, by AMOS RUSSEL WELLS


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First Line: Worry, the monster, hangs on my back
Last Line: Worry has me in thrall.
Subject(s): Worry


Worry, the monster, hangs on my back,
With a face made of fog,
With a form like a log,
And with long claws that rack, rack, rack,
Worry hangs on my back.

Worry, the monster, drones at my ears,
With a screw for a tongue,
And with leather for lung,
And a siphon of fears, fears, fears,
Worry drones at my ears.

Worry, the monster, reaches my soul,
And he makes it his own
With a sigh and a groan,
And a pall on the whole, whole, whole,
Worry reaches my soul.

Worry, the monster, won't go away;
He has found him a room
Full of desperate gloom,
And he swears he will stay, stay, stay,
Worry won't go away.

Worry, the monster, has me in thrall;
And I groan and I sigh,
And no helper is nigh;
I am under his pall, pall, pall,
Worry has me in thrall.





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