It's with a C.

In this hole I have created.

Here I am sitting; unsure of what to do,

Passing time; wondering how I can escape this

Hole.

I sure have made a mess of things,

This time around...

Babbás is sick; Mána not so quick,

Peanut is moving way too fast,

Shosh is pissy;

D is for dismal.

And, I push away everyone who gets close to me.

I sure have made a mess of things,

We'll see in time what patience brings,

For now I sit here in my hole;

Accepting that some things are beyond my control.