In keeping with the mysterious quality of the number 13, today the challenge is to write a riddle poem. This poem should describe something without ever naming it. Perhaps each line could be a different metaphor for the same object? Maybe the title of the poem can be the “answer” to the riddle.
Creep on you when you least expect it.
Make you so dizzy you have to sit.
Have good times, but can easily drive you into a fit.
So many are scared when I pass by.
Others wish I’d looked them in the eyes.
I’m unpredictable. I can’t be tamed.
Many try to show me in a frame.
Things go wrong I’m the one to take the blame.
But I’m not the one who causes pain.
I come to fix what others destroy.
Can’t treat me like a toy.
I get annoyed.
Yet I don’t look to destroy.
When you understand that my goals are good.
Have me you wish you would.
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