Empty screams echo off the walls
Of my simple soul, at night. It crawls.
The weeds from my garden
Creep up my legs. They twist around
My knocking knees. I count the cries
I hear in my head. I can’t imagine
What’s filled me with dread.
I don’t know if I’m alive or dead.
Give unto me some wine and bread.
Stumbling along the sidewalk 