How do I get out of this ditch, This hole that feels like wet tar pitch. A place where despair does not relent, A deep dark place, tight as a tent. Each moment a dagger, piercing my soul, The truth beacons, yet I’m stuck in this hole. Saddened and
How do I get out of this ditch, This hole that feels like wet tar pitch. A place where despair does not relent, A deep dark place, tight as a tent. Each moment a dagger, piercing my soul, The truth beacons, yet I’m stuck in this hole. Saddened and