Freud’s War

A cento I became a therapist against my will A strange feeling of forlornness, a feeling I could not have stood Painful isolation, quite steep and slanting A beautiful forest which had the one drawback of seeming never to end I have had to struggle so long I have always been frank with you, haven’t I? I wanted to explain the reason for my inaccessibility I am lying here on a short leash in this filthy hole So far I haven’t been locked up Several people point to gaps in my face where the little girl has been cut out She screams and screams without any self-control Ravaged by the heat and the blood-&-thunder melodrama Neither describable nor bearable I felt I had known her all my life