There is an ongoing, piercing ailment,
at the base of the neck, in the shoulder,
I try to convince my gray mind,
Here is the source of my depression,
but I know better; I’m permanently damaged.
Two men in the hallway try to crush me
with vibrant, devilish energy.
I watch as the sidewalks
start to explode with foreign,
living things, and I know I am broken,
fouled up, created with bad shit.