There is something
Something I cannot recall
That you were my all
That what I lost was found
That when I hit the ground
Was it you?
Who are you?
Who am I?
Where am I?
What is this place?
When will I be free?
How do I get out?
Without finding a new slavery
Elsewhere
Better the devil you know
Than the devil you don’t
Please
No more
I cannot take one more step
Meet me halfway
There is no other way
You make me weak
Let me sleep
So that you might
Wake up
And meet me
The next day
Edmund Wilson 