nude

Is this pain or am i depressed.

between the healing trap

& the accomplishment trap

& the music (trap)

it’s rather a complicated question.

I come back to my loneliness

as a cover-up.

Point to the colour

and tell me we lost the ornaments,

because one white man in 20th century told us

pattern was insanity, a reason of murder.

Now i want everything nude, monochrome.

Now i want to hide behind the throne,

but i need to reclaim one first.

Tell that man how else are we gonna treat open wounds

rather than with squiggly meds.

Maybe i just want to be nude

with someone that can commit,

with someone who knows how to love

without hiding or running away...

let me be rude,

as soon as the high wears off, I’ll wrap up,

i promise;

so give me some space.

am i really depressed?..

the answer "the agony of being a human"

does not suffice;

otherwise,

everything is better than it could be

& definitely is for the best.

it’s everything, but the nude colour.

and i still devour the trend

as if it was the only downer

capable of calming my nerves.

the way I feel doesn't have to make sense.

this answer

is truly the tranquilizer.

P.S.

If I had depression,

It would be really priceless...

I’d most likely write poems

& post them on platforms

nude, covered in flowers.