The bug’s tale

 

I thought I needed a break; And I did.

I think I need a break; And I do.

I don’t know if it brought me a trick or a treat

I have no hope if it can bring me anything new.

I can’t vomit, I can’t vent,

It has no word, it has no friend,

It’s a lump down along the throat,

It’s a hand that is ready to choke.

I need to blurt but I’m crippled.

There is no start and there is no end,

It’s a story that has no words,

It might be some unnecessary fuss!

I can’t anymore shush or smile,

Neither can I shout, nor can I cry.

I think I need a break; And I know I do

I don’t know when, I don’t know how.