I am in a corner and I cant get out until next summer but only for a quick recess. Then it’s a whole other year of being trapped where one mustn‘t be when the world is about to open its arms. hell, asylum, bafflement, hate, lack, cries, angels, education, mind, ugliness, drowning, woe, desolation, responsibilities, and torture are all words that I cannot put into comforting verses as I recall my loss for poetry, my bridge to solace. At this instant, I notice that all my emotions lead to surrender of the body and mind.