Grievance --
a rotten way to be wounded.
all bandaged up, but still hurting.
cry.
To hell with people -- I say I'm a
Rotten Painter
all alone
no more whispered words to color the still-empty canvas
Don't be sentimental
You made me ill
I felt like hell
But Hell is warm and the
flames are comforting
Oct 1, 2018
Oct 1, 2018 at 2:34 PM UTC
Grievance --
a rotten way to be wounded.
all bandaged up, but still hurting.
cry.
To hell with people -- I say I'm a
Rotten Painter
all alone
no more whispered words to color the still-empty canvas
Don't be sentimental
You made me ill
I felt like hell
But Hell is warm and the
flames are comforting
This poem is about my struggle with accepting that my beloved voices are gone (due to medication)