True Colour

O there! Reveal
The core of my being.

Have taken 
All thy benifit
In my richness of birth

Only the movement remains

Without vacation, the
Trudge goes on

All my strength
Was not part of me

My faith in thee
Has imprisoned me
To spasm eternal

Void I desire
Conditioning devoid

All the pigments
Lay scattered here

Make a portrait
As significant as thee

O there! Reveal
The true colour
Of thy being.