underneath a wave of brown
conceal thoughts and ideas
that are never told
a brown curtain
to cover my electrified soul
caressing my cheek
and tickling my nose
is a shade of muddy brown
I'm falling deep
in my own mess
I see the world through this curtain
(the world can not see me)
brown displays my dismal life
but it hides
my always lit brain
eluminating through mud,
is a chore
that I do not care to attempt
