The Hollow Boy Is Left Wondering Why... Poem by Audrey Stephenson

It was in the May of the Summer
I turned seventeen
I bought all that cancer I thought I'd need
And I stitched the prettiest words together
They already belonged to you

The dead living and living dead
They just make you wonder
The dead living and living dead
That sad insipid hunger

Well become a bird and I will find shelter in the reeds

The ants crawl up your soul
But you just think it's better this way

So please forgive what I have done
Because you stay mad at the setting sun
Because we all get tired
I mean eventually
There is nothing left to do but sleep