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.....
2 comments:
Try the shower, or better, the rain
Let it ease the itch, numb the pain
Only for a while, perhaps, just for a moment
To make you rest, to gather your strength
Then you start, all over, the battle, the fight
With the devil, out or the inside
Because itch is good, itch is life!
Pain is life, blood is life…
Choose the colours you want your life to be painted in, bright happy ones, for you are the painter and you have the option and liberty to choose...
Or is it that the dark overcast shades fascinate you?
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