Concrete Ink

 I am uncommon,
the uncolor of a helpless world,
three dimensional fingerprint
charred and pressing,
far from blessings,
scrubbing off the environment
of my skin, I sink within...

tattered tales of
unbearable meaning,
soul seething
among northern lights,
I am that which sins,
hands dripping of...

concrete ink
to blot out the sun...

and an inner voice
yelling, telling me to run.


© 2012 Rene Velez