Chaos in my abode;
Jealousy mates with rage.
Music never asked for voice.
The chair is senseless.
Color has no friends.
Water is as mature an estuary.
...........
Motioned to a glass of H₂Oh
Hue has no clue what I see;
The chair could crack…no wounds to feel.
It is this Song to hold
Because my rage ‘gainst the Orb:
Jealousy—
Chaos in my abode!
About the Creator
Christian Lee
My nom de plume is Lee Arachnid; think: spider-poet. Here you will find non-fiction and poetry. I interweave elements of nature and my personal experience into uniquely crafted stories. I love idleness, Felidae, literature, and soundscapes.
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Comments (2)
Wow this is just soo true! Incredible poem! I love it!🥰🫶
Color has no friend. What a fact! Christian Lee! I love your words as they are so touching. Warm Wishes. You can read my poems.