Nebulae

M(a)y Blues

Breathing at a crossroads, clogged

An emotional journey, cracking

Thin layers of thoughts, hyphenated-

Appease some and break some

The swirling grime burst and no way to escape

The skin pores ooze blood and not sweat

How to camouflage the burning streaks?

That cause roadways and highways on the pale skin?

That muscle deep within aches and bleeds and pumps 

A lost cause in  a deserted cage

A solitary confinement, a colourless image

Multicolored shades of helplessness.