Into my Disgrace

by Poet Lordy

A daily hate for some, a ritual for others, how clean are your hands today?. Please review, it really helps, Thank you. PL

Into my Disgrace

I find myself again, standing in this place

I'm looking down, but looking, into my disgrace

My fingers twitching, twining, a job they have to do

The soap is ever foaming, my mind is working through

The daily problems that I do see, take me to this place

My haunted, worried looks, are piled upon my face

I hate all that is called, so clean, it isn't really so

The world that I do live in, isn't clear a snow

I turn upon the water, this in itself a fear

The water running hard and fast, to help my mind to clear

The hourly ritual of soaping hands begins to wear me down

The lines upon my face so deep, as clearly as a frown

I have to clean my hands just so, to take away my guilt

The time, the effort, the mindful cost, doth make my spirit wilt

So hear I find my time well spent, looking in this sink

The water that's inside my head, the colour of tainted ink

I live in a world of fearful germs, clinging to my hands

Battling against my soft pink skin as if it were their land

I feel the need to be rid of them, for hate I do them so

I wash and wash them till it hurts, for they must really go.

©Poet Lordy. Dec 2010