This is a quickie that came to me while I was in a fit of depression and anxiety. Writing it gave me immediate respite from the difficult time I was in.

I wrote it in the back of my Kiteredge Shakespeare's Hamlet. Spontaneously, and in rhyming iambic pentameter (I think)., back when I had a brain. That iambic pentameter is infectious!

The streets were the streets of Cambridge, MA. The madness was the torment of an unrequited love.

*That's con-fus-ed (three syllables), ya'll :)