Who was I
In those downtrodden years?
Where the powerful blazed
In their white-hot fury?

What was my worth
When the walls inched higher?
My role in their horror
In each scheme they unfurled?

And slowly
I recalled

The terrible winds
As mayhem churned within

How the world
Fell away from my trials

How I burrowed skin deep
To contend with the phantoms I earned

How insanity swirled
From above and below

And I seldom dared to speak
Through the sparse cracked molars
Through the swaths of my decay

I could not depart
From my spell of worry
As the world’s mayhem turned
From above and below