• Terrible day turns to terrible week,
    To the future allow just one peek,
    I'm laying awake in my bed,
    In tears I cover my head,
    The monsters twirling and swirling,
    Not a thing can be said,
    Mouth closed tight,
    Secured by the staples of fright,
    My door slams shut,
    Call me a loon call me a nut,
    But, What happens now cannot be sane,
    Lying face down hair scattered like a mane.