I itch all over,
stains of blood hardened on the skin;
Blue black, frenzy of colours.
I bleed all over,
frozen veins exploding;
Tattered patterns of hope.
I have wounds of the soul,
transcending all creation;
Smeared hopes of attainment.
The garb pretends,
it tends to expand all in vain;
Dots mere on the canvas.
I play hither tither,
sheltered in my being me;
Fudged reflection in the mirror.....
