feeling blue, at a gloom, still havent
a cluein a dark room, in the midstof a rainy seasonsomehow I've lost reasona series of storms, feeling a voidwithout formcold without desire, you were thecoal to my fireeven in times of stillness, I've never lost a willingnessin a misery state, my effort latelyhaven'tbeen greatthen arguably you decided to create the spaceI've shorten my circle in means to ridany obstacles seemingly controversialapologetic for whatever else in my lifethat's patheticor wrongin transition for correction, I beg youback in this poem