I sit here and I wonder
Has my mind lost it’s rhymes
I try to write, but blunder
It’s happened so many times
I think the words have escaped me
As I rot in this cold, steel shell
No more retreat, no longer free
Until I break out of this hell
Why I’m here, I cannot tell
I would, if I had a clue
Alone, trapped, subdued for a spell
When can I come back to you?
Not as easy as it used to be
The words no longer flow
Maybe I’m lost, too hard to see
Here where desolation grows
Tropical vegetation in rainy season
It grows and writhes, blocking the path
Of light and better days; without reason
Fighting my way through, I hack and slash
Though I may never get back to you
Try I must to break this curse
Hurt it may, but babe, I can’t be true
I don’t believe, and haven’t read, the verse.
Wha'cha think?