Gone are shades of meaning and contrast

When we lose our skin and feel bereft
With no protection,cloak or rubber skin
We do not wish to feel the pain that’s left

Our calmness and control gone to a thief
The heart is suffering ,bleeding deep within
When we lose our skin and feel bereft

Moreover, we  will lose our our felt belief
In the help of friends or even kin
We do not wish to feel the pain it left

Gone are shades of meaning and contrast
Our anger  and our fear seem  out to win
When we lose our skin and feel bereft

It’s as if we’ve been tattoed or perhaps embossed
Our courage and our hope are growing thin
We do not wish to know the hidden past

Refusing to communicate is sin
Yet how protect the  sacred core again?
When we lose our skin and feel bereft
We do not wish to feel the pain that’s left