DESPECKLE THE DUST

Banter me not
In sally of thy
Mouthful charge

How firm you may gaze
A clip I hold
In thy pace

I feel pity
Will you ever understand
The agony of my past

The moment I dine with
Companion mum
You come to tear my past

Who will witness
The oozing of pus
In silent crack

Therefore I always keep
In pocket mine
A bucket full of bandages and brine

I retreat the zone of
Wordy desert
To preserve an ocean plunge

Despeckle the dust
From my body coat
Prejudice not my silence