Feels like I’m in a hole
With not a little thing to hold on to.
To go up I’m not able to
And so, I’d yell and call.
I’ve holler your name
Once, twice, and many times.
Hoarse, tired and in confines
Gave up; feeling in shame.
As I am trapped in this desolate bottom
I try consoling my self;
Uttering thoughts to comfort myself;
Praying that someone would find me here
Help me ascent and help me blossom.