i sit trapped in a lair
my mind full of despair
smelling the reek of foul air
my life has no flair
i sit like an aging chair
the tunnel i see is dark
i search for any spark
on my mind to leave a mark
a voice so far says "Hark"
but my heart is covered in bark
my mind so deep in thought
of some love not caught
like cheap feelings bought
a lack of empathy wrought
not the caring i sought
— February 18, 1991
