Needle

Shades of grey 

And rays of black;

You are gone 

Yet, you are back 

You’re a bone,

That stings my soul 

And him ! 

Just a mole,

Blind but proud 

Lost in the crowd 

But you ! 

You’re the smoke 

That fills my lungs 

You’re the dust 

That paints my boots 

You’re the fuel 

That moves my bike

And still, you’ve become 

A spike.

A needle that pierced my skin 

And I’m not sure yet, 

If you will fill my veins 

Or I’ll invade you’re syringe

But one thing, it’s certain 

Behind this grey and black curtain 

I’m Santa Claus 

And you’re my Grinch

photo by – Slătineanu Ovidiu – 500PX