A New Full Stop.
Dec 20, 2023
Stuck in a pool of gooey black stuff,
I thought I could make it all the way up.
Something is wrong; I don’t feel strong,
“Get along,” they said, but I wanted a different song.
Hard to make it so far,
My smile is hidden under many scars.
I don’t feel like myself,
My feelings are trapped on a locked shelf.
Is the effort worth the prize?
I don’t feel better or like a phoenix about to rise.
To end in a handful of sand,
Why don’t I halt my life at my command?