November

I watch Hitler documentaries as the rain falls outside the open windows.
Negativity hangs in the air like a suffocating, ever present smoke.
I am profoundly stranded in a closet with a TV. Am I supposed to be thankful for this life? I frantically look for a way out, but no way can I find...
Religion can't help me now as I contemplate my dwindling options. I pace the worn floors, blaming myself for where I am. I am bruised and battered from my self inflicted beatings. Of course this is all my fault. Guess I'll go outside and walk in the cool rain... Feeling sick and alone on this gray, November day.