This is me
dosed on drugs
wandering, wandering
through the streets searching
for people I knew in better times.

This is me
swallowing little white balls
wondering, wondering
if two letters and a full stop are worth
so much pain, so much bitterness.

This is me
behind a wall
withering, withering
at the lack of light
from familiar faces.

This is me
sifting through the silicon
wallowing, wallowing
in the words and music of a time
that is slowly slipping through my fingers.

This is me
short, fat and ugly
wanting, wanting
all that I cannot have;
laughter, life, and love.