At these trying times..!
I can’t add the apprioprate rhymes..!
Even when my fear seem to elope..!
Im berieved,im deceased of hope..!
2)my confidence is long dead..!
Its a pity that a funeral is going on in my head..!
In the darkness that i grope..!
Im low in esteem,my smiling,a deceased hope..!
3)even when im brave,i can sense a wave.!
My eye seem enslaved..!
Sending chills, down my spine..!
Im berieved of hope,even when it seem fine..!
4)there’s a thorn in my throat..!
And all my enemies would just smile and gloat