Triage Flow Poem by immanuel santos

you have a clue
that i feel blue.

in closets i had claws
and you know my flaws.

constant growing
sharp cutting
sauteed my heart
delicate feeling.

i shove my hair
and you laughed
but never understood
i'm started to change
the beginning to near end.

a loving care
i want to share
for you missed the color
i need to fill;

lapses steps,
unsteady glow,
and even so low,
but please i need to grow
only with you...