Losing Otto: A Narrative Poem (Part 2)

I wake up

And sluggishly drag myself

Out of bed And into 

My kitchen

I find myself turning my head 

Looking for Otto

Looking for someone to turn to

Looking for someone

To confide in

I feel alone

Like one man stranded

On an island wailing and crying out

for help desperately

Only to find  there is no one there for him 

I feel trapped in a box

I feel like time has stopped in its tracks

I feel like my world has turned a deep shade of grey

I feel like i’m  fighting a losing battle