In my thirties, I had a pain 

so sharp in my lungs

that I could neither breath nor  scream anymore

and felt sad and lonesome only

I had been ill

I had been a hobbo

I had ben hospitalized and it proved to be a nightmare

I had lived on welfare for three years

and when I came out

not a single friend came to welcome me back

It was like a dagger to my soul

slicing me up like butter or soft cheese

as if  had never known them