Deep in the frozen woods….

A soul meanders thru

Nomadic for ages

and left without a crew….

Unknowing and unaware,

makes us shed a tear.

Corrupting the inner me,

also the very near.

Dipping the  paint brush slow..

 in my grimy soul

Painting the inner me,

Starring an immense hole.

Trickling down my even cheeks,

Disturbs my black kohl,

Washing the dust of  uneven life,

Off my soiled  li'l soul.

Sid.