OOZE

OOZE
By Gianna Schiller

Only this year can show
How his skin is stained,
Forever touched
Always can be covered up,
But never hidden forever
He became deprived;
Deprived of stability
A tenacious soldier
Reeling, Falling out of line.

His soul, a blank white page
Is wordless
Until a black ooze
Snakes its words
Defiling the paper
A fulfilled individual
Submerging ones self
Into the smoky pit of licorice ooze.

Plunging, unwillingly encompassing
Every inch of the soul
Drowning him with a grip
To make him unbalanced
With what’s real, what’s illogical
He recuperates slowly
Drying his hide of the leftover toxin
Maybe life is worth
Now existing fully