Torturem

Who? Who are you? For when sweetest of memories Vanished down and due What? What is this? This selfishness unexplained Wrongs in the achievement of bliss. Where? Where am I? With the grime and dirt That covers my body right before my eyes. When? When did this happen? While cities and children frolick with light And I lay so still, forgotten. How? How could this be? Unknowing, wandering, listening All this, in a lucid-like ghost of a dream. Why? Why? Why do I have to see? The living, the living that no longer cares for me.