Thursday, June 21, 2007

Dirt

There is dirt in my mind,
Dirt, like that grease stain
on a pure white shirt
It is pure white no more,
however hard I scrub.
It is just there, ugly
hurting me, hurting itself
for I might give up
and rather than wear it,
throw it away.

3 comments:

The Solitary Reaper said...

You can throw away the shirt but not your mind. :)

Harish Suryanarayana said...

Ah, but you can. By throwing yourself away. That was the point :). Self-destruction.

Freespirit said...

Nah..there is no point in self-destruction. Take it from one who knows.