In the throes of the Crazy Time
I painted a room.
A vortex of swirling purple,
swooping red, splattered green.
My anger and my grief
crashing like waves
from wall to wall,
Eventually, I covered it
with cool white, slightly pink-tinged,
layer on layer
until it was gone,
painting over the despair.
But underneath, it’s still there.
for the dverse prompt on madness
and #9 in 30 Poems for September