O, have you ever been as I am now,
Howling unmeaning to the moon,
Angst-ridden and demanding, asking how
The world has changed, and why, and why so soon,
Insisting in an ineloquent way
Without true words, but merely soundful sense
That someone somewhere ought to fully pay
For what was done, and what left in suspense,
Gnawing at the air with phrases weird
And better left unparsed, ununderstood,
As if the mind had wholly disappeared
Leaving a frantic being? Then you could
Relate to me; but as it is, I fear,
You do not feel the desperation here.
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