Come and read Mohika’s beautiful creation
I keep looking but I can’t see
Blinded by a luminous darkness
That surrounds your visage
I try to be enough. Can I ever be?
Painting my words in the hues of your skin
My world turns into a game of dominoes
Falling apart one tile at a time
Would you help me? How do I win?
Desperate for an answer, I run back and begin
Aching through each passing phase
Life warped painfully out of me
I’m still running around in circles; looking everywhere but within.