When did it start?
It’s already gone.
Why did I cry?
I’ve already been away so long.
How did I get to this,
To miss this thing, to be more
Than a bit unseen, obscene, unclean, unloved,
Under things that eat my soul
Like a big, black bug.
I’m undone.
I’m already over, but I’m under,
And I’m not the only one.
