Misery abounds
It is everywhere here.
I am losing my mind
That much is clear.
If I don’t escape
I will go insane.
Since I think I’m absorbing
The fear, sadness, and pain.
If I keep my wits,
The corporeal me
Will still suffer greatly
Whilst others look on with glee.
At my wretched figure
In this lowly state.
Turned into an animal
Can’t stop now. It’s too late.
June 12, 2021
I'm no Henry Thoreau, but Walden can be quite inspiring.
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