To Be Hated
Maddening, uncontrolled thoughts
Whirling and unbecoming
Unbidden, without warning
Like onyx hues
With demon whispers
Triangles cut out from flesh
Chaotic remembrance of past trifles
Agonizingly and quickly burning
In a flame unending
But these are my thoughts
Warm, enthusiastic glow
Spontaneous and bouncy
Welcoming, with love
Like yellow flowers
Gracing the angels
Cutout circles of cookies
Timeless memories of caring
Steaming and slowly cooking
In a gentle hearth
And these are what matter.
This poem is about:
Me