I paint my face
covering the flaws

Heavy sockets cradle the sleepless hours
unfavourable blush  and uneven creases
tell stories of worry and woe

map out my mind across my face
pieces drawn to disguise.

      Where                                                                              from
                                       the
  thoughts                                                   ­      sprouting
                               are           across                                                    a
            planted                                     like                        
                                                                ­          weeds                  muddy field


A field thats walked across and trodden on
journey with care across its banks

because others have left marks
I cannot un trace.