Dirt embedded in my skin,
Blood caked in my hair.
I need to get it all off.
I claw at my body,
Warm blood mixing with the cold.
I want it off.
I want it gone.
I want to be clean again.
I need to be clean again.
The blood.
The dirt.
The sweat.
All gone,
But still I scrub myself.
I can still feel it.
Tears mix with the water.
But only when my skin is raw,
Can I finally stop.
I'm still not clean,
Although I sparkle,
But I don't think the soap will help.
I don't know how to get clean again.
To make this itching stop.
To get the invisible muck away.
For I do not know the way.
So somebody please tell me,
How can I clean my mind?
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Poetry of Colors
Poezja#colormenovember Every day of November I'll write a poem based off a color. Idea is by @aries_34 Cover by @Crazyfrsims
