Litmus of a common pandemic;
That urge to be like the crowd;
Worn like faces,
Surging over penury,
travailing on the darken side..
Yet the world has failed
In seeing and knowing,
That I bleed dawn to dust.
As my bleeding self
I yet adorn
With smiles and
fragrance of laughter
paintings of hard work and
carvings of Joy
A melancholic gown
With scarfs of gentleness,
So I may avoid much contact
Perhaps I could veil the truth..
The night thinks deeply of me
and crickets observes silence
I had to be real only then,
And let agony assumes her place.
Daily I make the flowing sea a dam
and fence it all round
I move around soul damp
Hoping to find concern...
Go beyond siting I
For its never as it seems
Look beyond the beautiful lies
To the windows of my eyes...
If I truly find concern
A shoulder genuine
Shall I not go lost in embrace,
and let my soul free?
My eyes are the litmus
Look with concern and
You'll see pain's cactus
Masked Face
Naked eyes
