Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Stain

It appears out of no where
Like a random object falling
Out of midair
At first I ignore it
I don't even care


But after a while
I begin to stare
After a while it
Starts to glare
But say something
I don't dare


The stain seems to grow 
ANd it taints my vision
Disfiguring all I know
But I still "try" to let go.


The stain after a while
Stains my face
And some how it stains the whole place
ANd fill my heart, mind and body with pain


Taints the walls
Silents the calls
Numbs the voice
Leaves no choice
Just a stain remains


So I scrub it
And try to wash it away
Try to figure it out
Try to see clearly
The light of day

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