Marigolds and Melancholy

Mon, 11/11/2024 - 23:00 -- tokii

I tap the glass, my reflection bowed

laurels mirrored at eye level

A drape of million bells

 

I was told I should be angry

That I should practice to better this mood

 

So I allowed myself this slight

Indulgence

 

never needing use of such a

crude or violent leaning

 

Now, this angry bent can’t be tempered

My worth as company horribly diminished

 

Newly christened, I rage in the quiet

distempered on the felled-flower trail

 

I nod farewell to the hanging garden

all shimmering marigolds and melancholy

 

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