I look around...
Nothing fits
How high the mound
Too deep of a pit
Is where I am
All alone
They say,
"Hold your own."
I smile and reply, "OK"
But I inwardly groan
Lost in a world
Of chaos and confusion
I lay on my side curled
Stuck in an illusion
Apr 3, 2014
Apr 3, 2014 at 8:01 PM UTC
I look around...
Nothing fits
How high the mound
Too deep of a pit
Is where I am
All alone
They say,
"Hold your own."
I smile and reply, "OK"
But I inwardly groan
Lost in a world
Of chaos and confusion
I lay on my side curled
Stuck in an illusion
