shrug
Am ebbing low
and so,
The words don't flow.
Eye's refuse to glow
Negative ideas bestow
a hit and a blow
Making me my biggest foe
Even though I know
That I know
In the case of my own woe
I can still grow
As i undergo
The test in a hollow
Place of bellow
That happens before hello
superficial niceities to a fellow
Being within range of my sorrow
Not wanting to follow
Where my own character wants me to go.
W