Overreact

O! My wailing heart! My quaking soul!

My wailing, quaking heart-soul!

Now the void of empty voidness opens before me

and is empty

like

my

soul.

O blackness! O darkness! O despair!

The sorrow of fifty billion apocalypses

rises like an army of seventy trillion skeletons,

each carrying a dying child

and weeping.

My soul screams – why?

Why? Why? Why? Why?

It howls despairingly like the despairing ghost of a despairing banshee.

Why? Why? Why? Why? Why?

Why did I forget
to charge my phone?