Grayling

I was born in the middle of the world
Always a step out of sync, out of fashion
Out of my mind with the passage of years
Wrought in fear inside antiseptic dreams and left
To middle class parents in the center of the century
I cried for all the usual reasons
An echo of the world
Still haunts in me
I can feel it fade
See in your eyes
Something like pride
Slowly die
Last is now
First on my list
Let go darling
Let me go
And go