a deprerssig poem from 1967

which trepresemts with remarkable prescience how i feel about politics in 2022

 

 

 

Some Nights I Wake Up Screaming

1967

 

Some nights, I wake up screaming,

Silent, alone-no one hears.

At night, the truth comes calling,

Knocking at my chamber fears

 

It knows, somehow it knows that

I’m useless where I am

It whispers.  Frightful whisper!

That my life is but a sham.

 

 

The alarum bells my banish

My spirit from inside,

But the frightful whisper lingers…

End it all in suicide

 

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