Im in a rutt a funk I feel
The frustration.Can I return it or exchange it?
My mind is blank, no thoughts in my head its almost like im the walking dead.
A prisoner of myself its so constricting and suffocating at times without reason or rhyme.
One day at a time when it feels like minute by minute, all I can do is deal with it, but its so hard when it just leaves scars.
such an impressive start, Theresa. Read my poem Love and L u s t. Thanks
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I would like to translate this poem
Deep feelings of depression well brought forth with conviction. Very heartfelt with strong emotions. Thanks for sharing, Theresa.