Stuck is how I feel.
Stuck is what I am.
A stick in the mud,
a gum on the shoe,
a feeling; motionless
given troubles I can't address
in an endless abyss I stand.
Stuck is what I am.

Trapped it has made me.
Alone it has caved me.
Isolated in the centre
in the coldest of winter;
without friend,
without plan.
Stuck is what I am.