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

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