Into a spot wedged tight and neat.
As if a sardine into a tin..
Shaking so violently under my skin.
In a quandary, jammed in tight,
That each days' morning runs into the night.
Everything's wrong.
Something's not right.
Where to go from here I fear.
I need to stop and to reflect.
A broken heart that beats bereft.
Right is good.
No choices left.
What to do ?
(C) LIVVI