I come from a darkened alleyway;
A crevasse…
Hidden in a corner,
No light in my day.
Earthly goodness and me-
-astray-
I began a worm,
Venturing on my way.
Jagged and ominous,
This new world lay.
Ring by ring;
The Hungry…
Took pieces from me;
Each starting,
Weak and needy-
To grow and unfold.
Rung by Rung
Undone.
Without too much of a question,
The pieces forgot me
And the body we once-
-shared-
I remember though;
Parts of me stolen.
Taken by the animosity
Of a world that forgot…
How to breathe.
Yet what is worse;
I let the brethren of my being
Join the breathless and sullied.
And now? …now?
I can’t help but live with the past
And the ghost;
His friend.
That takes away a present
And never,
Never makes it last.
This little worm saw it,
The slipping of the way.
Don’t be the worm…
That lost his way.
