BLUE
This feeling so sick till the throat
I can smell the stink, rotten from the wounds
Those that I have caused, and been a victim
How to come clean and breathe fresh
I have not a clue to escape out of this blue.
My heart is all dry
Pains as I scrape the left over
Tears flow for no reason
Though dry from its well it still wets my cheeks
As the brine seeps into those wounds, wets it with salt
More flows down hoping to wash it all and cure
-------------------Sharmila
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