Two hands in mirror,
Choking me in my sleep...

Swept under carpet,
Old memories of living...

Sense of uncertainty,
Was it the right choice to make...

Photographs of the good times,
When nothing ever worried us...

Here is an attempt of a poem without the letter...

Lost with no way out of,
The tangles and turns made so far...

Footprints of those who are lost,
Lay upon the shore of the waters edge...

A feeling that's unknown,
A substance that's been abused...

Addicted and clinging to
An aid that helps the sick and injured...

Confined in a small, unique space,
With everything feeling like a whirl...

Searching the nation for the cure,
The answers to fight them off...

How do I fight this?
Eyes turning red, and lips becoming dry...