Catharsis: 365 days of poetry

156: Cleanse

Something is not right.
Is it blood that turned out bad?
Nothing is alright.

There is a problem.
The cause lies on your actions.
That is the problem.

A solution now.
I have lost myself to you.
Root of the problem.

Take some time away.
Days turned to months turned to years.
Took more than I thought.

In a better state.
No more baggage from the past.
In a better place.