A ROOM, A PEN, AND A STUPID ME

An empty space with four walls.

Seems endless, I'm struggling 

Reaching for my ink-stainer.

I am down on my four limbs

Where is it? Where did it go?

I can't find it. Damn

It seems like the darkness ate it

Curse you! Shit!

Here I am struggling.

Grasping with nothing but the reflected lights-

 from the chaotic outside as my light source

fuck it!

Oh, here it is!

My relief as my foot felt a familiar thing

My ink stainer.