Isn’t it beautiful?
My sadness, I mean;
why else would I wear it every day?
/
The palest shade of gray,
and it never goes away.
Is it not the grandest hue you’ve ever seen?
//
Isn’t it charming?
My madness, I mean;
don’t I have such funny turns of phrase?
/
My sweet, untethered gaze
(no one notices my daze);
dementia à la mode—however green.
//
Isn’t it silly?
My anger, I mean;
“all in good fun,” or so the saying goes.
/
Rage all tied up in bows,
only thorns; long gone, the rose,
yet they say displays of feeling are obscene.
//
Isn’t it maddening?
My silence, I mean.
I promise, no one’s more incensed than I.
/
My truths turn into lies.
When I try to speak, I cry.
If I don’t find my words soon, I swear, I’ll scream.
///
About the Creator
Chloë J.
Probably not as funny as I think I am
Insta @chloe_j_writes
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Comments (7)
Gorgeous!
Brilliant. "My sweet, untethered gaze (no one notices my daze); dementia à la mode—however green." Again, brilliant. I love this piece.
Yes, it is, Chloe, to each & every one.
Your poem deeply resonated with me. Very beautifully written!
That was amazing. Obviously sad and personal and raw, but so well crafted.
'why else would I wear it every day?' yeah, that line hits. amazing work.
Nice