Freud’s War

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