Royal Blue Veins
Royal blue veins
Skin near transparent like window panes,
and growing pains
Dukes with dukes and dames with dames,
an endless rain
Staring out at a passing train, imbalanced brain,
Wishing for its steely embrace,
You cannot face
your own parents without a pang of guilt,
a macabre lilt as you apologise
a thousand times,
but they run forever,
ashamed of the gushing blood,
Sourced from your royal blue veins.
This poem is about:
Me