Nov 2020
My mind sits as a
Soft infant
Trapped in a
a gangling crib
Of despair with
No way out
I feel I am
Helpless, small,
And worst of all
A loud
nuisance
Soft infant
Trapped in a
a gangling crib
Of despair with
No way out
I feel I am
Helpless, small,
And worst of all
A loud
nuisance
I wrote this to describe times where I get depressed and I feel helpless and like a nuisance to others.
