I am dirt

I do stain

corners in

my brain.

Thoughts

produce it

on ground

I now sit.

I live now

I breathe

sound now

logic sees.

No matter

what I do

I find I do

bruise you.

Will you I

beg replace

this bitter

empty face.

A smile I

request see;

a sad brow

sits on me.

Forgive me

I beg you;

I but dirt,

feel so blue.

Maybe that

I feel color

is why I say

hello brother.

I have arms

I not alone

can relate I

you condone.

So hear me,

my thunder,

we are same

deep under.