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

Comments

Additional Resources

Get AI Feedback on your poem

Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.
 

 

If You Need Support

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741