I can feel him Moving inside me He writhes and twists It makes my skin itch I seek release Some form of relief He leers at me From within his cage I know then He will not be Contained. “Help!” I want to cry out But his hold, like iron He keeps me in place So I sit I watch I wait It will only be a matter of time Before my release From the hold He keeps from within
This weather makes me depressed. The endless gray and everything just being cold and wet all the time. It gives me this awful nagging feeling that I'm trapped. It always passes with the weather but I hate feeling trapped at all. Speaking of trapped, I need to get my paper outlined and mapped out a bit better. Oh Skinner, you're lucky you're easy to read and understand.