Whenever the atmosphere seems so dreary, Usually looming is something leery To cast the dark questionable mood, Causing one to persistently brood About the rusty sinking cage That inspires the writing on this page. The one where a mind often wonders, And incessantly thinks, worries, and ponders Of persecution and conspiracy, A never ending ongoing stream Of irrational thoughts with bothersome themes An internal sound of painful screams. Eventually it leaves but always returns To create new scars and permanent burns.