Study in Sorrow, Part 1

My hungry pain

Is my disciple

When I preach all my cures

And

My hungry brain

Exploits memories

That my distorted soul obscures

And nothing dreams

When lady truth

And Lord reality divorce.

And

nothing seems

To disturb my body

With sufficient force.

Who can teach me

When it is prudent

To excavate the past?

And

Who can reach me

After it buries me

In my fears At last.