Augh,  agony,  agony,  what can I do.

Bad times are here.

They are sticking to me like glue.

One complication after another.

All falling in order,  as if on cue.

Difficulties piling up like water against a dam.

I am not sure about how strong I am.

No more fingers to fill in the holes.

This time I am really in a jam.

I need help,  but all that could are acting the clown.

Going through this alone,  has me so very down.

Day after day,  no smile,  only a frown.

Augh,  agony,  anogy,  what can I do.

Bad times are here.

I am just through.

 

By JD. Bardo