Allow me to share some lines I wrote at my most recent dark time.

Stranded...

white paper, punched early sun
cold water's just not sound
brandy still lingers on my tounge
hush...

where is my pen!
my knuckles just cracked
A need to escape here
...liar.

I may have indigestion
a wheel strolls down my gut
walls are no refuge
pitiful...

thank you Ma'am, Thank you
The spices were tasteful
Have you found your fruit?
i feel cold...

I was the pole, crooked indeed
basket's torn to my aching wrist
make haste my love, I beg
stranded...