Time I was
monochromatic.
Colorless
Clutch charismatic
Pseudo self
Scene emblematic
embracing
my enigmatic
displacing
scornful stigmatic
erasing
ego’s emphatic
replacing
flourish to static
hold fast
young man
times past
young man
loss vast
old man
dies cast
cold man
move fast
bold man
bloom blast
hues man
contrast
view man
contracts
new man
© 2020 Robert Trakofler
This poem I wrote about the manifestation of self-hate that occurs from violations whether it be from abusive relationships or more sinister means such as rape. I have struggled with these feelings for many years at the end of the write my inference is that you can change how you see yourself all it takes is a little awareness.
A poem, a picture, a spoken word, or a color are nothing without a witness and for yours, I am always grateful thank you:)
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