London Poem: Day 57

13 October

Everything becomes strained by anxiety
And insecurity,
Which forms cooly and without notice.
Matters grow worse without warning,
As the best of man slips away unseen,
And give way to the grotesque.
Steps are taken to rid such follies,
But nothing comes,
Only concealment of what we wish to hide,
Painting our worst great, grand colors
So that at sight
Everything looks as it should.

Advertisements

Published by

keelancrampsey

In flux

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s