Understand

My hand touched the metal
at once the rust vanished
sense of coolness
cascaded through me
silence sunk deeper
rooted to the spot

pain grew alongside
as the irritating weeds
swelling with time
filling with pus
and inside it is
sour, not bitter

tell me why
sometimes even i
don't understand myself
wind, hold my hand
help me fly
to someplace high

someplace better
someplace all beyond
my hopeful dreams
maybe someday
i'll understand