Broken Lost Confused Alone,
My feelings were trite to myself.
Nobody, noone, nothing to
Grasp to as
To DANCE was so far away as heaven
and LIFE was so far away as next-door;
An interminable stereotype away.
He was so big and large (the culprit),
My friend – now – and I know him not
What he seemed
was to be
I felt so very unhappily…
Confused Alone Distrusting
None for God or Mom or Dad or the MARKS
on the board that had to be corrosively removed
Like the soul’s empty promise to
and I feel like I felt I was
Broken Hopeless Lost Afraid of
To him, (the culprit) my attacker
was too unpleasant.