Face To Face

A mischievous bug has crawled in: though it is not unseen  nor undetected   and its nature being whimsical.

While no remedy is in hand and we know not how long will it stay
or will be  leaving the scene ever at all.

It will pierce through the velvet invading  each cell sickening the wholeness
and integrity so far  achieved.
                                               The end proving is pus and pustules;
air around rumbles with nausea and ceaseless retching ;
With broken glasses here and there
suicide always  comes  cleverly but in a foolish way.

Each mind has a unique flaw
and time  perpetually arranges all the mending
in a novel way-
to the amusement   here
a porcupine displaying its sharp spines and an armadillo ball keeps on playfull rolling.