For what I never could have been,
For what I never wanted to be,
For everything I never desired.
To my sisters and my brothers,
To my friends and to my lovers,
Of the times I never tried,
To touch before they died,
To say a word of comfort,
To the child ripped from its mother,
Alone beneath a festering sky.
I walked along the empty corridor,
Bereft of my beliefs,
Drowning in effluence,
Abandoning my life to succour my deceits.