how to get out?

things have never been
good
and they don’t intend to
get good,
and the most curious thing
is
that the same horrors that
plagued you in childhood
will continue
in different forms
with different bodies
with the same
voice, the same
complaints, the ever-
hatreds…
how easily they anger
over the slightest
trivialities
and how
joyless, how
consistently, grimly,
joyless they
are, it’s as if your father
we coming back
in these other
bodies
vengeful against all good
you do or
feel.

must we go to the grave
forever followed
by these
humans?

what a smashing fucking lousy
dirty
trick!