An overflowing rush of despair saturates me

like a mother penguin coming home

to see her beloved and priceless egg has become nothing, but frozen.

I sit still contemplating a way to free my mind of anguish,

hoping one day I will be able to remove myself

from locked bars constructed with misery and frustration.

Thoughts of gloom flood my mind

like rushing water forcing its way through a sinking ship.

Screams of help begin to transpire,

but hopelessness defeats past cries of desperation.

Imprisoned howls try again to push forward,

but the chance of release becomes submerged

like a soul trapped in hell.