Saturday, September 6, 2014


I cleanse myself
but don't feel clean anymore
I guess it was you
who made me see my dirt
I scrub and scrub
peeling off the skin of me
until my fingertips
are raw with rage
I'm contaminated
with my own unworthiness
unable to be touched
I'm no longer weightless
with happiness
like I used to be..
the heaviness from my heart
has infused itself
in my body also
I walk with leadened feet
mute in my solitude
silence of the leper
unclean... unclean