Insensibly refrain this pain is always here. Sometimes it lessens, I think, building strength for a return. Behind eye lens it floats a cloud, darkening my hues from blue, turning teeth-grit gray my view.
ingrain my being, consumes control to feed my focus, swallowing experience from pleasure, moistening my agony till self image brush a knife
my canvass cuts once colors bright now bleeding gloom and so without this pain to live refrain bemuse
look to change refocus view renew I may through clear eyes see once again
and do the things I have to do as best I can without concern much time it takes my face of pain
unmask expression shine from light within willingly may beam
