37 Tab Blues
What have I become?
Nobody I recognize.
I’m haunted constantly by a war drum-
That’s what I’ve become.
The days drag on, an endless plunge,
Even with you by my side.
I hear the wheezing of my lungs-
That’s what I’ve become.
All the things that I’ve done wrong,
The things to which you’re blind;
They drag me down when I try to run-
That’s what I’ve become.
I can’t believe I once was young,
That light is impossible to find.
A charcoal haze now chokes my sun-
That’s what I’ve become.
The Shit of Adim Witt 