I am shriveled.
I am shrunken.
I am made small.
I am short and sullen
and slanting towards a spitefulness
I do not desire.
I am sad.

I am dark.
I am dirgey.
I am dour and dank.
I feel foul these days
and wish no more.

I wish to be less.
I wish to be lower
lost
lifeless.
I wish to be elsewhere
where I could be large again
and not so shriveled.