Dark days come more than not right now
I fear opening my mouth for being called a cow.
Every action, every word is misunderstood
I give up it too hard to please, useless, no good.
I hate raised voices but they are assailing me
I find myself saying things I don’t mean, you see
Just digging myself deeper into a black hole
No escape, no chance , no hope . Pain eats my soul.
Long weekend ahead Easter celebrations… please
It is not here, just the Arctic freeze.
I shall button my lip , close my mouth
Keep my eyes lowered and hope my spirits can fly south.