Stuck

Im dreading this humid vacation Im wishing for something to highlight But days like these slow down to cessation Im losing summertime every night. Boredum is now my consumer I wonder what happened to those times When we enjoyed each others humor Now they only last in memoirs of my old rhymes Someone steal me from this dwelling Im dying from lacking this ambition Can someone stop this swelling? I don't know how much longer i can live in this position. Not another day like this I pray God if your there above me? Keep me from living as a stray One day out of this house will do it for me