Stains that peep through sheer feelings,
Stains that pull me & are compelling.
Stains that I bragged from all extra baggage,
Stains in the dark that made all the damage.
Stains that hovered through every passing age,
Stains that were set free & had no cage.
Some stains from yesterday ,
They prick and hurt .
They’re meant to stay ,
To make me firm & keep me alert.