Technicolor Glass

I am looking through
Electric Technicolor glass.
making all these things
Burst Bright, Beautiful...
Quick, hide the switch! (help
me hide it)
Please, please, don't.
Don't let him find it.
There's a Bad One,
See? He follows, close
close behind (shadows)
He is Fear (it makes me
weak),
Anxiety, Insecurity.
He shows himself by
a myriad of Names.
I want my Technicolor
Rainbow sherbert, Bright
Electric brilliantly
Shining Glass! (you can't,
can't take it)!
Spinning with desperation,
not wanting to turn
the Power off...
only to see the Bad One
is Me.

Reviews

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. undoubtedly exquisite poetry ... with astonishing images ... i remember the days that i thought the bad one is me ... today i know that there is no good one or bad one ... it's all about what i do ... and if i can control what i can do ... and not do the bad stuff ... whatever i think it is ... then i'm good to go ... :) ...

[KAREN]

Great images, love the ending!

[Tony]

You interweave the imagery well here-- I like the contemporary language and the clever ending.

[Mauricio Montoya]

Poetry is an art and here you’ve displayed that, I like the choice of words that brings this piece together, visual communication in the making.
Excellent write.